Lyrics
Contracted freighters, scream solo sorrow sighs.
And the bombs all fade out, with heavy hollow cries.
And all the girls come out at night.
Their husbands caught,
their throats all tight. She cries I know you love the way I sing.
The soldiers quell the thoughts they bring.
They're too worn to take them, yeah they'll break them.
Now she turns her coat.
And the beautiful faces, the red foreign children brought.
Out come the surly traders, their wooden ships all wrought.
The villains raid the motorcades.
Thier children wrapped in velvet shades.
She cries I know you hate the way I sing.
She runs to drown the diamond ring.
Their to worn to take them, yeah they'll break them.
Now she turns her coat.
