Clap Your Hands Say Yeah Details of the War

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
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
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

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