"Barnacled Warship" lyrics

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've got 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 your 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 pailfuls
Of rain

I'm but a barnacled
Warship
Singing the fighter's refrain
Singing the fighter's...