Elbow
Текст песни High Ideals

There's a ladder tear in my high ideals

Like I took a chair on the battlefield

Anyd any noble friend that was burning in my chest

Is acid in my belly at the very best



There's a bayonnette in my family things

It was made in the USA to defend the King

With all the sinew, the thirst


And all the bones that splintered




Passed from hand to hand with the wedding rings



Oh, settle down little heart of mine

Oh, settle down, you do double time

You're so far away but she's right here by your side

Oh, settle down little heart of mine, ooh