Reverend & the Makers - No Soap (In a Dirty War) Lyrics

A free ride on a guilt trip
She makes out like it's the fall of Rome
Nobody likes a martyr love, so leave it, Martin Luther
I can see your dream's gone stale, so I'm going home
I can't talk to you until I've had a few, it's a shame
Is this the last glow on your bonfire
The burning issue's why didn't you phone?
Well you might have my body, but my mind's not yours for keeping
So you can keep my Blur Cds, I'm going home
Because I don't wanna die in the same hole I was born
And I don't wanna live if it's all been done before
And I don't wanna get married in the same church as you all
And I can't sleep in this bed with you any more
Now the peace talks have reached a deadlock
A unilateralist walk away
But the believer's happy and the doubter is wise maybe? '
Cos we've been talking till we're blue, we've nothing left to say