Pantyhose

Boys march into war To serve and defeat They were younger than me Guns poke through the trees Death on a limb They were aiming at him And when the bullets came, he didn't duck He wrapped her pantyhose around his neck And he could feel the magic work Keeping him from harm Away to someplace mystical and warm His lucky charm Then he got caught No cover at all He breathed in her scent Not even a scratch He didn't die When he stepped on a mine They were violet and soft It didn't go off And when her letter came, he didn't cry He wrapped her pantyhose around his eyes And he could feel the magic work Keeping him from harm Even though she didn't love him anymore Can't kill that lucky charm