Lyrics:
Martin Guerre

platform, and is heckled after everything he says) Look, I'm Martin Guerre! There's no disguise, look in my eyes I'm him I swear Yes! I'm Martin Guerre

By the end of the Great War the Dandy Warhols had progressed Far beyond the traditional jug band sound, Zia had all but hung up The washtub bass in favor

I want you, I think so I wanna get round like Tokyo I won't tell, will freak you I wanna go down like this girl I want you, California I don't want to

I don't know where I said anything like that I really fucked it up So what about you Convincing me all the time All my aching life Forget all And what

Hear me out, for I was joyful once like everyone Hear me out, I must have changed Sometime and all at once 'cos it seems That nothing stays the same

I was too busy counting all my zeros Never really thought too much about heroes Never really thought too much about anyone but me Never really opened

This is a march of war The last chance to settle the score The battle lines well defined A fight that we both fought before What do you want from me?

The Winds Of Mars are blowing strong again. It's time to wage War once more, to feed my blade of black steel with enemy's lifeblood. Arioch, Mighty

, nothing grows inside (Martin runs to Bertrande. She tries to take Martin into her arms.) Bertrande Come on Martin, don't be afraid Our love will grow when love is made (Martin