Some men win every war to which they ride,
And fly home righteous on the winds of Fate,
Which clearly will be ever on their side,
Because their morals are both pure and straight.
Some men fight just so they might run again,
Or run, so that they'll get to fight some more,
Or breathe free air, or choose what kind of pain
The might inflict when settling old sore scores.
Some people find life in the in-between,
In nowhere, and the freedom that it grants,
Their ethics aren't particularly clean,
And they look mighty handsome in tight pants.
You heart flies true, whatever's in your hold,
You'll ever float my boat Captain Reynolds.
And fly home righteous on the winds of Fate,
Which clearly will be ever on their side,
Because their morals are both pure and straight.
Some men fight just so they might run again,
Or run, so that they'll get to fight some more,
Or breathe free air, or choose what kind of pain
The might inflict when settling old sore scores.
Some people find life in the in-between,
In nowhere, and the freedom that it grants,
Their ethics aren't particularly clean,
And they look mighty handsome in tight pants.
You heart flies true, whatever's in your hold,
You'll ever float my boat Captain Reynolds.
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