The ballad of the jersey wives

9.03 in September
News reader wept, man, we all can remember
All I was left with was a wedding ring
But without him this gold band
It just don't mean a thing

And it all played out like a bad B-movie
But there were holes in the plot
And the actors didn't move me
You think that I'm mad but I know to my core
I've read the official truth
But there's a truth worth fighting for

Bang, bang, bang at the door
Bang at the door, bang at the door
Kick, kick, kick down the door
Kick down the door 'til the door is no more

Now I shout at shadows while we swing at ghosts
Chase cowards down corridors
While our children grow

Do you know what its like to scream
At the top of your lungs
And have not one single person look up
From their sums?

But I'll bellow my son 'til the day that I die
For the fatherless children
And the husbandless wives

And the military man with his oil black gun
Just patted my head and said
"Darling, what's done is done"

Bang, bang, bang at the door
Bang at the door, bang at the door
Kick, kick, kick down the door
Kick down the door 'til the door is no more

The door is no more