Teksty: Joshua James. Commodore.

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Commodore, commodore, commodore

well save yourself,

the cellars cold but dry.

Commodore, commodore, commodore

well grab your coat,

The wind'll blow out your eyes.



Well this closet's not cold

with the embers in my hair.

Even papa sleeps tonight.

Mama said the war will end

just as soon as it began.

But then why do we sit and hide?

Commodore oh why?



Commodore, commodore

hide those books,

your candles will keep you warm tonight.

Commodore, commodore, commodore

when they knock your place

drown the cellar light.



Well this closet's not cold

with the embers in my hair.

Even papa sleeps tonight.

Mama said the war will end

just as soon as it began.

But then why do we sit and hide?

Commodore oh why?



It's the blackest of the nights

And the moon won't shine it's light

And the streets stained red so brighte



Well this closet's not cold

with the embers in my hair.

Even papa sleeps tonight.

Mama said the war will end

just as soon as it began.

But then why do we sit and hide?



Mama said the war will the end

just as soon as it began.

Even Papa slept tonight

but no not me i sat and stared

out the window to the streets

and saw men and women die.



My god my god oh why?

My god oh why?

My god oh why?

My god oh why?