I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Odeon

What will I write On this piece of pa-aper How can I tell her I don't love her anymore What can I say To break it to her gently Words they don't come easy To my mind like before Where are the words That once felt like honey from my lips When I was so eager for your kiss And we were falling in love Where are they now Now that I need the very best Not that they'll hurt her any less But what will I write To tell her that's it's o-over And that it's not another That's taken me away-ay What can I say To break it to her gently They just don't come easy When there's nothing left to say-ay-ay Where are the words That once felt like honey from my lips When I was so eager for your kiss And we were falling in love Where are they now Now that I need the very best Not that they'll hurt her any less What will I write On this piece of pa-aper

We recorded this song on October the 6th Since then the war has been declared over If you're like me, you'll remember it like anybody remembers any war One big drag Lot of people writes songs about wars and government Very social things But I think about young guys Who were like I was when I was young I had no more idea about any government Or political things, or anything And I think about those kind of young guys now Who all of a sudden somebody comes up And they are very law abiding So if somebody says go They don't ask any questions, they just go And I can remember not too long ago seeing a young guy With his right arm gone Just got back And I asked him how he was doing He said he was doing alright now But he had thought he was gonna die He said getting shot at didn't bother him It was getting shot that shook him up And I tried to put myself in his position Maybe he cried Maybe he said I can't write left-handed Would you please write a letter Write a letter to my mother? Tell her to tell, tell her to tell Tell her to tell my family lawyer Try to get, try to get a deferment for my younger brother Tell the Reverend Harris to pray for me Lord, lord, lord I ain't gonna live I don't believe I'm gonna live to get much older Strange little man over here in Vietnam I ain't, I ain't never seen Bless his heart I ain't never done nothin' to He done shot me in my shoulder Bootcamp we had classes, aha You know we talked about fightin', fightin' everyday And lookin' through rosy, rosy coloured glasses I must admit it seemed exciting, anyway Oh, but something that day overlooked to tell me, lord Bullets look better, I must say Rather when they comin' at you But go without the other way And please call up the Reverend, call up Call up the Reverend Harris And tell him to ask the lord to do some good things for me, lord no Tell him, I ain't gonna live I ain't gonna live, I ain't gonna live to get much older Oh lord Strange little man over here in Vietnam I ain't never seen, bless his heart I ain't never done nothing to He done shot me in my shoulder