Hope You Don’t Stoop to Dirty Words 2

I hope you don't shoot at the Turks, oh

I hope you don't stoop to dirty words, oh

I hope you don't send up the birds

I hope you don't send up the birds

When you watch your houses come down

And all the flames shooting around

Up there in the air and down here on the ground

I hope you don't send up the stripes, oh

I hope you don't swallow all the high glow

I hope you don't sight all the bright snow

Shake your fist out at the night, oh

When you watch your houses come down

And all the flames shooting around

Up there in the air and down here on the ground

You find blame where you want it to be

You find blame where you want it to be

So fix it up, fix it up

You find blame where you want it to be