She Says

With your bombs and your bullets and your goings on,
I’m right. You’re wrong,
Two minute warning, it won’t be long,
You can stay, I’ll be gone,
(Ah, she says that I says,)
Why don’t you give my head some,
(She says that I says,)
Why don’t you give my head some peace.
Oh, marching season, marching songs,
Hitting drums all summer long,
Sun is out, weather’s fine,
Balaclavas on the line,
(Ah, she says that I says,)
Why don’t you give my head some,
(She says that I says,)
Why don’t you give my head some peace.
(Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up)
With your bombs and your bullets and your goings on,
I’m right. You’re wrong,
Two minute warning, it won’t be long,
You can stay, I’ll be gone,
(Ah, she says that I says,)
Why don’t you give my head some,
(She says that I says,)
Why don’t you give my head some peace.
(Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up)
Ah, give my head some peace,
(Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up)
Give my head some peace