Soldier's Rock

Out on a bicycle a reflection left behind, behind

The desires of your daughters they will never be defined, defined

Wild pedal wild energized by the stolen vodka and triple-sec

Wheels spurting up the flecks of mud on your blue jeans and your turtleneck

I'm out on a bicycle feeling God is on my side

My mother didn't believe in discipline or the unconscious mind

Ooh when you finally realize our love is found between the waking and the dreaming

Ooh we fight one another in the afternoon, we bathe, we bathe each other in the evening

Pick up, pick up your tiny arm and put it round

Put it round the shoulder of your mother

Pick up, pick up your tiny arm and put it round

Put it round the shoulder of your mother

Somewhere between the road and the ever-darkening sky

Ooh the greediness of our hearts will not be satisfied

As it is said by the occupants who rally round the outer steps of parliament

So it is said confidentially by the men and women working in the government

Pick up, pick up the bayonet and run it through

Run it through the stomach of your brother

Pick up, pick up the bayonet and run it through

Run it through the stomach of your brother

Pick up, pick up your bloody arm and put it round

Put it round the shoulder of your lover

Pick up, pick up your bloody arm and put it round

Put it round the shoulder of your lover