Not the fighting kind
By If It Wasnt For The Broken Hearts Where Would I Be •
My daddy was a soldier
He went to fight a war
But mummy was a cheif
And she showed what holding back was for
She held back til the last second
Made daddy loose his mind
See, daddy is a soldier
But he's not the fighting kind
Mummy was a cheif
She wanted to be the boss
She'd scream and shout and ball
But I know she was never there at all
Coz she went to fight a war
She fought it and she lost
She tried to say
She'd be there all the time
But daddy brought out the big guns
Even though he's not the fighting kind
All the hate mail that he sent her
Must have been a thousand letters
Drove her half way to taking those pills
She made herself ill
Mummy was a cheif demoted
Daddy was a soldier promoted
Mummy and Daddy fought a war
For their baby
Daddy won
And he brought up a young lady
Daddy left the battle field
Didnt make a sound
His baby was proud
Mummy went to hell
Didn't do too well
I dont really mind
Daddy won the war
But he's not the fighting kind.