I'll sing you a song of St. Valentine's Day
In 1991
When the dogs of war pissed on my door
And it seemed all hope was gone
And it seemed that Christ had forgotten about
Me and the kind and the meek
And all that was left on St. Valentine's Day
Was a quick kiss on the cheek.
Now, out on the edge where East meets West
The officer made his way
Into the ravine where he could see
His Iraqi lover lay
And he kissed him once, and said there was no time
And 'cause he loved him well
He told him the order had come that day
To bomb them into hell.
But what could he do, he couldn't refuse
And what matter if he did
For the dogs of war have jaws of steel
In which millions of teeth are hid
So they lay there till the bombers came
And as the sirens wailed their alarms
They wept and fired his M16
And died in each others arms
Now here I am, and I wax rich and fat
In the West with our restaurants and bars
And the drool from the fangs of the dogs of war
Grows our food and drives our cars
But my love won't give me a kiss on the cheek
She says I'm a moody swine
And she's damned bloody right, 'cause both day and night
The murdering's on my mind
She's certainly right when she says I've no right
To take it out on her
But the rant and the roar of the dogs of war
Has got my mind astir
And all over the world boys and girls
And combinations thereof
Ares struggling and crying and often dying
To make this world fit for love
This war will go on, and after this
Another war will come
So I'll probably be a moody swine
Until my days are done
Still I pick up my pen and I try once again
To finish this bloody song
But I'd like to say this St. Valentine's Day
I hope I'm bloody wrong.
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