He was sad old lonely man, we used to mock him happily
He’d wear his brown hat back to front, it used to fall off often
We didn’t know what he had done, he went to fight in 45
He drove a jeep and polished shoes and mostly led a simple life
Run to stop the animals in someone else’s clothes
Having all their fun. My ride with you
It was the last day of the war, he went to fetch some expensive wine
And on the way back to the base, he put his brave old face back on
But by the time he reached the fence, the incident had taken place
He stood and watched the fumes rise high and take his brothers souls away
Run to stop the animals in someone else’s clothes
Having all their fun.
I watched you crawl around the haunted room
In someone else’s shoes from someone else’s view,
My ride with you

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