No Soap (In a Dirty War) Songtext
von Reverend and the Makers

A free ride on a guilt trip
She makes out like it′s the fall of Rome
Nobody likes a martyr love, so leave it Martin Luther
I can see your dream's gone stale so I′m going home

I can't talk to you until I've had a few, it′s a shame

Is this the last blow on your bonfire?
The burning issue′s, "why didn't you phone?"
Well, you might have my body but my mind′s not yours for keeping
So you can keep my Blur CDs, I'm going home

′Cause I can't talk to you until I′ve had a few, it's a shame
I can't talk to you until I′ve had a few, it′s a shame


Because I don't wanna die in the same hole I was born
And I don′t wanna live if it's all been done before
And I don′t wanna get married in the same church as you all
And I can't sleep in this bed with you anymore

′Cause I can't talk to you until I've had a few, it′s a shame
I can′t talk to you until I've had a few, it′s a shame

Now the peace talks have reached the deadlock
A unilateralist would walk away
But the believer's happy and the doubter is ′why maybe'
′Cause we've been talking 'til we′re blue, we′ve nothing left to say

Except I don't wanna die in the same hole I was born
And I don′t wanna live if it's all been done before
And I don′t wanna get married in the same church as you all
And I can't sleep in this bed with you anymore

I don′t wanna die in the same hole I was born (No soap in a dirty war)
And I don't wanna live if it's all been done before (No soap in a dirty war)
And I don′t wanna get married in the same church as you all (No soap in a dirty war)
And I can′t sleep in this bed with you anymore (No soap in a dirty war)