I Wasn't Made For War

I was in wait for the train to the city and
I was innately vain, what a pity and
All of the the boys on my block were the kind that want
War and glory, glory!
I want you
Shaking the sand from the box I was sleeping in
I was innately mad for believing in
All of my idols were always the ones who want
War and glory, glory!
I have you