Barnacled Warship

Gotta get out, gotta shout, gotta sing
 Gotta dance, gotta jump, gotta run
 Think I'll fight a war, I don't know what for
 But I'll learn when I get my gun
 Well, I left home three days ago
 I feel like going to bed
 Open the courts and a new religion
 Burning through my head
 Burning through my head
 Made my way with the fusiliers
 I even fought my way back home
 But the front line shifted and my rifle got lifted
 Had to fight the war on my own
 Well, I left home three days ago
 I feel like going to bed
 Walking downtown gave me cold, cold fingers
 And my feet were made of lead
 My feet were made of lead
 I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep
 I'll just drink pailfuls of rain
 I'm but a barnacled warship
 Singing the fighter's refrain
 Singing the fighter's
 Made my way with the Salvation Army
 Take them on with a tambourine
 I'll strike down sinners like the old gunslingers
 Smooth 'em out like margarine
 Well, I left home three days ago
 I feel like going to bed
 Open the courts and a new religion
 Burning through my head
 Burning through my head
 Went to the gambling shop today
 They had me five to one
 Heard a voice behind me say
 Put down the Bible and pick up your gun
 Well, I left home three days ago
 I feel like going to bed
 Water downtown gave me cold, cold fingers
 And my feet were made of lead
 My feet were made of lead
 I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep
 I'll just drink pailful's of rain
 I'm but a barnacled warship
 Singing the fighter's refrain
 Singing the fighter's