High Ideals

There's a ladder tear in my high ideals Like I took a chair on the battlefield And any noble fire that was burning in my chest Is acid in my belly at the very best There's a bayonet in my family things It was made in the USA to defend the King And though the sinew, the thrust And all the bones it splintered are dust It's passed from hand to hand with the wedding rings Oh, settle down little heart of mine Oh, settle down, you're doing double time You're so far away but she's right here by your side Oh, settle down little heart of mine, ooh