The Young Republic - Paper Ships lyrics

If you go down with this ship I will salute you from the shore But there's no confidence in my eye, kid; There's no winning And don't believe the history Cos there's no love song in a war Unless love is a booty In your best friend And there's a poem in your mouth But you won't ever let it out Yes, t'is, so make sure t' move out To the country But don't you waste your time Painting the handle of a gun Because your colours will be shown When you are fighting And there's a kid my age Who died today So take the gold off your gate Because property is hate If it's their blood on your estates If it's their kid that you take – Now mama, I'm singing For your mistakes