A woman's son goes off to war.
Carrie Wade on guitar and vocal live on Flat Cat Radio, Glendora, CA
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Wake up, you shout, today's the day
I have to whisper when I pray
to take it all away
They should have told me
I'd waste my words on saying please
I can't get on my knees
a scary sober dragon in you breathes
(You thought) who am I who slithers like the sin
of one who rushes recklessly in
to throw old pain a bone
There's no charisma in dark, in sparks, in ill-at-ease
thoughts of home a tease
every night my head's between my knees
Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down
Broken Soldier
Wave to me you sorry son of man
across a dewless dune
all "I am what I am what I am"
They should've told you
you'd sweat your salt as lewd as Leeds
you'd give up on good-looking deeds
a vengeful, purple heart around you bleeds
Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down
Broken soldier
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