Casualty Of War
Lookin' back
I've known you now for more than 20 years
And all the guys you told your lies are cryin' in their beer.
And now I get the feeling that you've set your sights on me
(So) I guess I'd better tell you that it's never gonna be. . . .
I know I'm not a Boy Scout; I'll never be a saint.
I can make a list a mile long of all the things I ain't
But if honesty and loyalty both bit you on your ass
You wouldn't recognize them if they drug you through the grass.
Didn't mean
to bust your bubble
But I just don't need the trouble
And I'm smarter than you give me credit for.
And you might call me a bastard
For avoiding this disaster
But I don't want to be your casualty of war. . . .
You'd
probably like to tell me how I'm gettin' this all wrong,
How I'm the one you always loved and you waited for so long,
But experience and common sense tell me that I'm right on.
And your history's well known to me -- but I thank you for the song.
'Cause I've seen the ones you claimed to love after they lost your game.
They were such a mess, shell shock I guess, they never were the same.
In retrospect these things I say might seem a little cruel,
But I'd rather have you pissed at me than mistake me for your fool.
Didn't mean
to bust your bubble
But I just don't need the trouble
And I'm smarter than you give me credit for.
And you might call me a bastard
For avoiding this disaster
But I don't want to be your casualty of war. . . .
So I don't
mind, after tonight, if we remain just friends,
But as far as ever after goes, well this is where it ends.
And believe me girl, I'll understand if you say I'm just a jerk.
The sex was great but it's getting late, and unlike you, I work.
So please be
kind and stop your whining because I need my rest,
I think I told you where we stand: I just don't want the stress.
So spring your little ambush on somebody who can't see
And save your breath, your kiss of death, for someone else, not me.
Yeah, I
don't mean to bust your bubble
But I just don't need the trouble
And I'm smarter than you give me credit for.
And you might call me a bastard
For avoiding this disaster
But I don't want to be your casualty of war.
Yeah I guess
I'm just a bastard
For avoiding this disaster
But I'll never be your casualty of war.
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