Some Unholy War

If my man was fighting some unholy war
 I would be behind him
 Straight, shook up beside him
 With strength he didn't know
 It's you I'm fighting for
 He can't lose with me in tow
 I refuse to let him go (to let him go)
 At his side, and drunk on pride
 We wait for the blow
 Put it in writing
 But who're you writing for?
 Just us on kitchen floor
 A justice done reciting, my stomach standing still
 I like you reading my will
 He still stands in spite of what his scars say
 And I'll battle 'til this bitter finale (bitter finale)
 Just me, my dignity, and this guitar case, whoa, whoa
 If, if my man is fighting some unholy war
 And I will stand beside you
 But who're you dying for?
 B-, I would've died too
 I'd liked too
 If my man was fighting some unholy war
 If my man was fighting