high ideals - elbow

There’s a laddered tear in my high ideals

Like I took a chair on the battle field

And any noble fire that was burning in my chest

Is acid in my belly at the very best

There’s a bayonet in my family things

It was made in the USA to defend the king

And though the sinew, that thrust

And all the bones it splintered are dust

It’s passed from hand to hand

With the wedding rings

Oh, settle down little heart of mine

Oh, settle down, you’re doing double time

You’re so far away and she’s right here by your side

Oh, settle down little heart of mine