Tom Flannery - Gettysburg lyrics

Wanna see the marble men And the guns of war So I walk among the ghosts And the trinket stores Get behind a double decker bus Filled with chaperones in blue Trying to keep the troops in line Like the officers used to do The dead don't rise they burrow some Wait for the carnival to be done Orators urge the fight once more Out here on this k**ing floor The minnie balls and the cannister The medal detector crews Weighted down with booty And designer marching shoes Shake hands with Lincoln sir You'll find him on the square Wearing a pair of Nike's With flowers in his hair Charging up the rocky hill A clenched fist to die and k** Bug on the ground was a private in a corps Out here on this k**ing floor Come with me Come with me Home to Gettysburg Come with me Come with me Home to Gettysburg Electoral map...seccession states They say we've come so far How come both still look the same On the frontseat of my car? I've bled not a drop for my country sir But I feel when others do And I often wonder....in '63 If they asked me too.... I'm so tired of thanks and praise And tripping over unknown graves To hell with your god of war Out here on this k**ing floor Come with me Come with me Home to Gettysburg Come with me Come with me Home to Gettysburg So when I drive down Baltimore St Does it matter worth a damn? That I sometimes cry for me not them At the kind of man I am When dusk it settles out here And the leaves just start to turn And I'm alone I can hear it all The bits we've never earned Come with me Come with me Home to Gettysburg Come with me Come with me Home to Gettysburg