Paper Rival - The Kettle Black lyrics

rate me

When the cavalry clears

And the limbs of our peers

Lay around us like sticks in the mud

We'll say to ourselves,

"Where's the heaven in this hell?

We're on a ladder without any rungs"

With the ash of our friends in our lungs

That's enough about the war

How's my dear Eleanor?

Have you heard back from William or Kate?

I've been getting these shakes

From lack of sleep as of late

And my breath always reeks of escape

I'll be home soon, and hopefully safe

If you love me, you won't make a scene

When I get home, please just leave me be

If you love me, then don't make a scene

When I get home, please just leave me be

Twenty years to the day

The tavern's closed and some say

Henry saved us from missing our lives

He was buried away to

The ground and the blame

That poor Eleanor kept stored away

And his breath always reeked of escape<br />

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Thanks to corrinne