Private war

empty soldiers ten bars deep
promissing days of dreams
promissing hours of delight
promissing hours returning
from that fatal journey
gettin' the liquid out

back to square one
fichting back to reality

empty sodiers won't be pleased
empty soldiers by the door
empty soldiers in the store
empty soldiers under the bed
empty soldiers was all he had

in the shed, the bar the tall soldiers
were standing guard they would all
be used and tested if they were foolproof

living his days in sweet dreams
saddest man ever has been
he knew it would end all soon
if he didn't fight the empty soldiers
fight the lot of them to the tooth

or the system would cave in
let the soldiers take a win
he knew that wouldn't do

grasped that last straw
beat them to the draw
he struggled back to reality
broke the empty soldiers bones
won his private war and...
returned
home


(c) JR. eightees