Glory

Glory - Craigs Brother

And I wonder how Franklin felt in '42

The war's still new but I'm tired of fighting

Bloody boys sobbing fears all somehow died brave men

Exalted then so wrong yet somehow inviting

Like a dream moving in slow motion

Despite the masses that hate the notion

And the bombs start falling

Tight fists of rage hurled

Searching for sanity

In such a crazy world

And it's crazy

I guess I thought when we got in our boats and sailed away

We wouldn't be here today we left behind all that fighting

In a place where they're still debating feudal rights

And boundary lines and ancient agreements

Any day I could wake up screaming

Marching 'round with a gun in my hand

And the bombs start falling

As the trigger fingers pull

Searching for sanity

In such a crazy world

And it's crazy

It's such a crazy world

It's crazy

Little boys go marching on for peace

Little boys go marching on for peace

Little boys go marching on for peace

Little boys go marching on for peace

Little boys go marching on for peace

The bombs start falling

As the trigger fingers pull

Searching for sanity

In such a crazy world

And it's crazy

It's such a crazy world

Such a crazy world