Kerry loads up in the kitchen
Her liquid ammunition
Whatever red she got on sale today
So afraid to take up space
Or say anything out of place
Without the bracing that she gets from a Cabarnet
But then she'll shoot across her table
Enlists us both whenever she's able
Afraid to look her target in the eye
Cause she doesn't want to watch him bleed
She just fights to be seen
And feel like anyone at all is on her side
We walk on eggshells, afraid of tripping mines
Cause hollow vows were just negotiated battle lines
And the love she swore
Is dead on the kitchen floor
And she's walking wounded and war-torn
She's walking wounded and war-torn
Tom drinks in opposition
Steadies his position
With a glass or two of Dewars on the rocks
Counters her in boozy mumbles
His cross-armed angry grumbles
Are the only shield he'll wield against her shots
We walk on eggshells 'fraid of tripping mines
Cause hollow vows were just negotiated battle lines
And the love he swore
Is dead on the kitchen floor
He's walking wounded and war-torn
No trenches dug, nowhere to hide behind
When hollow vows are just negotiated battle lines
And the love they swore
Is dead on the kitchen floor
They're walking wounded and war-torn
Oh no, oh no
The love they swore
Dead on the kitchen floor
They're walking wounded and war-torn
Just walking wounded and war-torn
In the cold of the Hartford winter
Ride Route three home 'cross the river
I place my free hand gently on her knee
Part in prayer
And in part a plea
That what we've seen, will never be her and me
That what we've seen, will never be her and me
