Seven Deadly Sins - Natalie Merchant

Well, of all those seven deadly sins

I wore around my neck for him:

Hunger, Anger, Lust and Greed

Envy, Pride and Jealousy—

There was one, I guess, that was the worst of all

That gave a little push

Started the fall from grace that I took so hard

I took so long, so long and far

But I just couldn’t spend me another night

In the cold, cold bed of the butcher’s wife

So afraid to fall asleep, afraid to wake

And afraid to dream

No, I just couldn’t stay, I couldn’t wait it out

And bite my tongue for another hour

One more endless day

Day after night and night after day

Well, it’s been a two-year stint in no man’s land

Nobody here really gives a damn

So why can’t we call it a draw

In the bloody war to end all wars?

In the bloody war

In the bloody war

In the bloody bloody war

In the bloody bloody war

Well, I’m far too quick with the poison pen

Can’t believe I’m writing again after all these goddamned years

And someday when the ghosts have all gone home

Far too late to be rattling bones, then will you lay me down

Lay me down?

Oh, will you let it be?

Such a bloody war

Such a bloody war

Such a bloody bloody war

Such a bloody war

Such a bloody war

Such a bloody bloody war