Arkansas - Frog

Wounded entertainers diggin' in at flanders

Breathe in the strangers and dream of the frail nurse

That sings the Marseillaise

At night

Softly folding blankets tight

And i get you it’s hard, i get you it’s hard, marchons and marchons, monsieur

The germans wore grey and you wore white

All the brits were rarin' for a fight

I get you it’s hard, I’m shocked and i’m scarred

Thats how they get ya, there’s a dead note floating in the measures

There’s a punk kid coughin' on the stretchers

There’s a weeping swell of arkansas for arkansas

That’s how they get you

And i hope darling i don’t upset you

But the pale faced doctor knows she sings for all of us

And darn it sir, she calls for us now

The germans wore grey and you wore blue

And all the bougies all stared at you

Bedside confessions where doctors hit paydirt

And gabe gets on the faders and says hes gonna blow my mind

Pan the german front hard right

Bring the howitzers up soft in the night till the trenches alight

Thats how they get ya

And i hope darling i don’t upset ya

There’s a hun deep inside all the heifers

There’s a weeping swell of arkansas, for arkansas

And i’m out of excuses, there’s a form that i’m using

It’s worn, it’s torn, and the eyes are threadbare gone

I’m out of excuses