Snow Fort
Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 9:05 am
Snow Fort
by Eight Legged Oedipus
(C) 2005 Pure Greed Records
After school got a sugar high
We took a vow that we were willing to die
This is war, this is war, this is horrible war
We took the high ground armed ourselves
With a stockpiled rock-guiled arsenal shelf
This is war, this is war, this horrible war
We could hear the enemy approach
Jason hit one in the throat
Someone's bleeding, someone's bleeding, oh yeah
Grandma's screaming, Grandma's screaming, "get down from there"
Then when aunty interrupted the fray
I socked her one on the side of her face
This is war, this is war, this is horrible war
Oh aunty, don't you cry
I'm sure your eye is fine
The doctors will...
See you soon
The waiting room
Is full of gloom and fallen comrades
Bandaged up, bundled up in puddles of blood
The snow fort beckons, cuz it needs defending
Don't tell me I gotta learn my lesson
We've got to hold our position
Now I'm wishing for the champagne glisten of
A white laced lawn but the fort is gone at dawn
And the unused ammunition's all frozen on
Oh Grandma, don't you swear
At least she's still got hair
And Aunty's alive!
by Eight Legged Oedipus
(C) 2005 Pure Greed Records
After school got a sugar high
We took a vow that we were willing to die
This is war, this is war, this is horrible war
We took the high ground armed ourselves
With a stockpiled rock-guiled arsenal shelf
This is war, this is war, this horrible war
We could hear the enemy approach
Jason hit one in the throat
Someone's bleeding, someone's bleeding, oh yeah
Grandma's screaming, Grandma's screaming, "get down from there"
Then when aunty interrupted the fray
I socked her one on the side of her face
This is war, this is war, this is horrible war
Oh aunty, don't you cry
I'm sure your eye is fine
The doctors will...
See you soon
The waiting room
Is full of gloom and fallen comrades
Bandaged up, bundled up in puddles of blood
The snow fort beckons, cuz it needs defending
Don't tell me I gotta learn my lesson
We've got to hold our position
Now I'm wishing for the champagne glisten of
A white laced lawn but the fort is gone at dawn
And the unused ammunition's all frozen on
Oh Grandma, don't you swear
At least she's still got hair
And Aunty's alive!