Car Seat Headrest – Napoleon (March Into Russia) lyrics

Take all their islands and they'll play their violins
They heard the songs from nearby continents
Everyone cried​ when they saw with their eyes
The land shift underneath their feet

I was living in the past ‘cause I’ll be dead in the future
The kids from ED, they smelled bad, I had to teach one how to
Unzip his backpack, sitting on my dad’s lap
As he taught me to play piano, but I could only play by ear

Spent his money on whores when he came back from the war
He just needed something pure, and he'd tell me these stories
And one night they stole the boats, went for a smoke on the water

And we march, across, the countryside
We march, across, the countryside

Not by sickness, God, not by sickness
Wanted to find you in a hotel room, elevator shafts
But I’m tired of this honeymoon, bored in the bed with you
My dad called me "fag" even though he had slept with men

I swear that VHS is ingrained in my memory
Just like everything, just the historian
Only comfort I can take, Rome was not forgotten in a day

As we march, across, the countryside
As we march, across, the countryside

Scorched-earth policy
They burned everything as they left
Freezing my legs off in some tent into their hands
God save them all

(I don’t know if it’s just the chord but I can’t really do it well)

Scorched-earth policy
They burned everything as they left
Freezing my legs off in some tent into their hands
God save them all

The hair on your head is making me dizzy
Our Lady of good council flies away
The Sun changes size and circles in the sky
Basel, Switzerland
Summer of 1566
(Or was it 1666?)

As we march, across, the countryside
As we march, across, the countryside

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