the ballad of the jersey wives

9.03 in september

news reader wept

man

we all can remember. all i was left with was a wedding ring. but without him this gold band

it just don't mean a thing. and it all played out like a bad b-movie

but there were holes in the plot

and the actors didn't move me. you think that i'm mad but i know to my core. i've read the official truth

but there's a truth worth fighting for. bang

bang

bang at the door

bang at the door

bang at the door. kick

kick

kick down the door

kick down the door 'til the door is no more

now i shout at shadows while we swing at ghosts

chase cowards down corridors

while our children grow. do you know what its like to scream

at the top of your lungs

and have not one single person look up

from their sums?

but i'll bellow my son 'til the day that i die

for the fatherless children

and the husbandless wives

and the military man with his oil black gun. just patted my head and said

darling