Details of the War Songtext
von Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

Bloody sheets, tenderly, she moves me
An opera star dying hard for love

You say I′m hurt, I will take your word

Leather pants, happiness
A hundred dollars buy success
Hanging with your fashionable whores

And I'm a wounded bird, I will take your word


You and Tom, to the prom
Camel dick, crucifix
Everyone′s the same and on, and on

Emerging from the football stands
Clinging to his broken hand
It's over, I have seen it all before

Nakedness, a flying lesson
Tattered dress, sunburned chest
You will pay for your excessive charm

With a boy who knows less than he thinks
Drinks up his expensive drinks
Be careful with the details of the war