She said, Aren't you glad that we're never at war?nPicture me kicking in your door like the policenAnd then looking through your drawersnAs soon as you leave, like a thiefnAnd then picture me breaking your backnWith the emotional support that I'll neednAnd then picture me as I laughnWith my friend at the back, she'd been deceivednAnd she said, No, you don't have to worry about me,nThe war is only on TV and the reporters that you see will be there next week.nBut you don't have to worry yetn'Cause they'll just take it out of your chequenWatch the news if you forget who you set freenI said, I never had this before and the weather is so gorgeous that I agree.nI'm so happy that I'm almost borednAnd if I didn't have to work, I'd go back to sleepnBut then sometimes when I drink, I think of who I used to ben'Bout how I'd kill you in your sleep for hurting menAnd the war was all I had, I guess that and feeling badnAnd now I can't remember the words I used to singnAnd I can't remember their names or their faces and other thingsnAnd my purple heart hangs from my chestnMy heart and my neck, the only things that I protectnNow they're covered in cement with tar linesnLike band-aids on the streets, from the cars and from the heatnWhy didn't they just fill them right the first time?nAnd such good food and some French winenMy beautiful baby by my sidenWith no money to my namenA perfect lifen