In my dream I'm suddenly in the army
And the army life is good
But I'm ankle deep in blood
So I went to see the quartermaster
And the quartermaster said
"Your socks are awful red"
I found the master sergeant
I said "Sergeant, I am hurting
I'm considering deserting."
He said "Do whatever's in your conscience"
So I tried to make a run
But I was stapled to the gun
And the cannon were lined up all in a line
Dark and cold
They aimed them all straight upward
And thunder rolled
I found the first lieutenant
He said "God, they're going to bomb us
From their vicious flying llamas!"
I dove into the llama shelter
I became Charlotte Cordet
And the battle fell away
But the peace that reigned in Upper Dreamland
Was badly negated
When the giant slugs invaded
I turned to face my fine young officers
I was barking out my orders
When they crashed across the borders
And the cannon were lined up all in a line
Dark and cold
They aimed them all straight upward
And thunder rolled
And the cannon were lined up all in a line
Dark and cold
They aimed them all straight upward
And thunder rolled
And the army life is good
But I'm ankle deep in blood
So I went to see the quartermaster
And the quartermaster said
"Your socks are awful red"
I found the master sergeant
I said "Sergeant, I am hurting
I'm considering deserting."
He said "Do whatever's in your conscience"
So I tried to make a run
But I was stapled to the gun
And the cannon were lined up all in a line
Dark and cold
They aimed them all straight upward
And thunder rolled
I found the first lieutenant
He said "God, they're going to bomb us
From their vicious flying llamas!"
I dove into the llama shelter
I became Charlotte Cordet
And the battle fell away
But the peace that reigned in Upper Dreamland
Was badly negated
When the giant slugs invaded
I turned to face my fine young officers
I was barking out my orders
When they crashed across the borders
And the cannon were lined up all in a line
Dark and cold
They aimed them all straight upward
And thunder rolled
And the cannon were lined up all in a line
Dark and cold
They aimed them all straight upward
And thunder rolled
inviata da The Lone Ranger - 4/5/2010 - 08:33
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Album “Orb”
Words and music by Todd Menton