High Ideals Songtext / Lyric

There's a ladder tear in my high ideals

Like I took a chair on the battlefield

And any noble fire that was burning in my chest

Is acid in my belly at the very best






There's a bayonet in my family things

It was made in the USA to defend the King

With all the sinew, the thrust

And all the bones it splintered are dust

It's 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