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Barnacled Warship

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Page type: lyric reference Artist: Johnny Flynn Canonical path: /johnny-flynn/barnacled-warship Related lyric paths: 6

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Barnacled Warship

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Gotta get out, gotta shout, gotta sing

Gotta dance, gotta jump, gotta run

Think I'll fight a war, I don't know what for

But I'll learn when I've got my gun

Well I left home three days ago

I feel like going to bed

Open the courts and a new religion

Burning through my head

Burning through my head

Made my way with the fusiliers

I even fought my way back home

But the front line shifted and my rifle got lifted

Had to fight the war on my own

Well I left home three days ago

I feel like going to bed

Water downtown gave me cold, cold fingers

And my feet were made of lead

My feet were made of lead

I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep

I'll just drink pailfulls of rain

I'm but a barnacled warship

Singing the fighter's refrain

Singing the fighter's...

Made my way with the Salvation Army

Take them on with a tambourine

I'll strike down sinners like the old gunslingers

Smooth 'em out like margerine

Well I left home three days ago

I feel like going to bed

Open the courts and a new religion

Burning through my head

Burning through my head

Went to the gambling shop today

They had me five to one

Heard a voice behind me say

Put down the Bible and pick up your gun

Well I left home three days ago

I feel like going to bed

Water downtown gave me cold, cold fingers

And my feet were made of lead

My feet were made of lead

I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep

I'll just drink pailfulls of rain

I'm but a barnacled warship

Singing the fighter's refrain

Singing the fighter's

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