Painter Fingers - World's Best Army Lyrics

It was the summer of Caffè Americano
Playing blue-eyed soul on my baby's piano
The kiddie pool
Keeps us cool
It only goes up to our ankles
But it still feels good

Beach Boys singing on my portal speaker
Wouldn't it be nice, still thinking that
Fifty-five years later
Everyone still waving their guns
Do you ever wonder
What we're still waiting for

All our deeply-held beliefs
They aren't doing much for me
When I'm burying my family

I just want to live my life
And write songs about good times
But I keep coming back
To what's haunting me

It's haunting me
Oh, family
Is it haunting you, too
Then what do we do

We love our coffee and
We love our phones
But even the world's best army can't
Stop the war at home

Sitting around
While some other clown
Talks about his rights on cable news

And all our deeply-held beliefs
They aren't doing much for me
When this violence keeps on happening

I just want to live my life
And write songs about good times
But I keep coming back
To what's haunting me

It's haunting me
Oh, family
Is it haunting you, too
Then what do we do

We love our coffee and
We love our phones
But even the world's best army can't
Stop the war at home