Peppermint Trolley Company - Fatal Fallacy lyrics

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Peppermint Trolley Company - Fatal Fallacy lyrics

When Johnny comes marching home again Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll give him a hearty welcome then Hurrah! Hurrah! The men will cheer and the boys will shout The ladies they will all turn out And we'll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home And where are the legs that used to run? Hurroo, hurroo Where are the legs that used to run? Hurroo, hurroo Where are the legs that used to run When first you learned to carry a gun? Indeed your dancing days are done Johnny, I'd hardly know ya We talk of home and happiness We talk of country and God bless But only this I see, the fatal fallacy of all There's the church in the city Golden cross looks so pretty Hear the minister's often sinister word Come with me and I'll save you Let my sermons enslave you Making servants of you to nation and God We talk of home and happiness We talk of country and God bless But only this I see, the fatal fallacy of all There's a man with a helmet over there He can k** if he wants and no one cares After all that is what a soldier's for There's no doubt in his mind his cause is just So each day he can place in God his trust But there's no time for prayer in time of war Of war We talk of home and happiness We talk of country and God bless But only this I see, the fatal fallacy of all I can dream of a time When I'll wake up to find That the battle is won That the feeling has gone But the feeling remains And it can never change Until hatred is gone, until justice is done But it's a feeling in every one of us And it'll be there until man turns to dust And I can see it in men who learn to hate And I can see it in those resigned to fate And I can see it in men who try to hide And it's a feeling embedded deep inside And though I can not point out this fallacy Still I can see it in you and I can see it in me We talk of home and happiness We talk of country and God bless But only this I see, the fatal fallacy of all We talk of home and happiness We talk of country and God bless But only this I see, the fatal fallacy of all Of all Of all