Songwriter: Drake P. Perry
BORN UNDER FIRE
Now and then I recall that memory,
I thought out every move you made on me.
Laughing at the reckless young bucks
with rock and roll blasting from out their trucks.
We can sip wine on a blanket in the woods
we can do whatever makes you feel good;
brought to mind unexplainable things
like how you live within my dreams.
Values your abstract thought, oh
positive motives for death walks.
So forget what's in my understanding,
so forget the things that are so demanding,
so forget the so-called solutions and social planning;
cause on this battle field I'm born under fire.
On this battle field I'm born under fire, babe,
on this battle field I'm born under fire.
Small arms fire heavy artillery, none of this is thrilling me,
your love is the only thing filling me,
your doubt is the only thing killing me.
No booze or drug or flesh or blood, can break us in two.
No bling or cash, or shaking ass, can temp me from you.
One last chance to sing and dance, in the midst of loves war.
Pain and fear draws you near, but I find this stuff a bore.
Faith leads us to what is real. A place beyond desire.
On this burnt out battle field, I am born under fire.
On this battle field I'm born under fire babe,
On this battle field I'm born under fire…..