Gerry Cinnamon War Song Soldier

I can start me a war Be a war song soldier I can stand on my head I can walk on water Haven’t even begun If you wanna talk evil Now my mouth is a gun I’ma let my words rain down Like flames on cardboard Gangster fools who Wave their tools in Pictures on their wall I could write a song and pretend it’s worth my time Shake guitars, through smoke-rings framed by candlelight Memories so perfect liquid fills your eyes Written down on paper and burned inside my mind La-la-la-la-la-ha-hah Oh-oh-oh-ohhh La-la-la-la-la-ha-hah Every night we hide Between my dreams and rhymes Risk it all to taste your fever one more time Cut my heart and leave you enough to kill your pain Proof enough that love must always be in vain La-la-la-la-la-ha-hah Oh-oh-oh-ohhh La-la-la-la-la-ha-hah