Born a middle son
Man of the house
Hear it way too young
Daddy is a louse
Far be it for me to say
It's what I witnessed though
Sinking like a stone today
Things you can't let go
Battlefields
Private little wars between our mothers and our fathers
We are battlefields
Trying not to drown in the remnants of a river
We are battlefields
Battlefields
Born the youngest daughter
Christmases of coal
All the hurt it brought her
Tattooed on her soul
Far be it for me to say
It's what I witnessed though
Drinking all alone today
Light years left to go
Battlefields
Private little wars between our fathers and our mothers
We are battlefields
Desperate not to drown in the remnants of the others
We are battlefields
Battlefields
And luck plays such a part in the deposit of the river
What you do or do not get
If you can or can't deliver
Don't you know that crying out for help
It doesn't get you anywhere?
If you figure out a way to like yourself
You might be more than halfway there
Battlefields
Private little wars between our mothers and our fathers
We are battlefields
Trying not to drown in the remnants of a river
We are battlefields
Private little wars between our mothers and our fathers
We are battlefields
Look a little deeper and you'll see how much it bothers
We are battlefields
Battlefields
And the war rages on
Armistice
Armistice
Armistice
Armistice