THE WAR IS GOING HOME
(Author: Leslye Fish)
CHORUS
Dress your ranks, lift your pikes, tight as the teeth of a comb
Rattling, clanking down the road, the war is going home
OH! The bombs went up and the crutch came down
in the middle of Pennsic War
It left us stranded in Cooper's field
ten thousand souls and more
We had nothing with us but what we brought
our cars and camping gear
And our arms and armor, tools and skills
we had worked on all that year.
CHORUS
So a truce was called, and a council held
and we argued all that night
Then we all set off in a caravan
in the early morning light
We had tipped our arrows and pikes with steel
and were armored everyone
Our swords and bows hung ready to hand
for the time of rattan was done
CHORUS
The very first town that we came to
we stopped for fuel and food
The gasman said they had none to sell
the cops were worse than rude
They drew their guns, we drew our bows
they fired, we won the day
For their backup radios all were dead
and shortly so were they!
CHORUS
The very next town that we came to
they had no fuel at all
The mechanic said he could change our cars
to run on alcohol
But ten thousand cars would take as long
as to grow a crop of grain
So we made a deal and moved on out
in a horse drawn wagon train
CHORUS
The very third town that we came to
the rulers had gone bad
The cops tried to enslave us all
and steal what all we had
Our armor proved half bullet proof
our weapons worked as well
The townsfolk afterward thanked us all
for freeing them from hell
CHORUS
So! Town by town we worked our way
just to take our people home
The legends that we left behind
it seems would rival Rome
For now the folk come seeking us
for to take their dangers on
To be their teachers and champions
in a world where law is gone
CHORUS
How can we not take up the steel
for to serve our peoples needs
How can we leave our land to fall
to any bandits spree
When we have the skill to save our folk
from what ever evil thrives
And admit the truth this is the chance
we've hoped for all our lives
LAST CHORUS
SO! Dress your ranks, lift your pikes, tight as the teeth of a comb
Rattling, clanking down the road....
Dressed in leather and steel and woad
All too aware of history's load
The war is going home...ome...ome
The war is coming home!
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