Your daddy and my daddy had a drink at the bar   Talking about what was best for me   Without a name or a degree,   Stubbornly holding onto you   And you pulling away from me      The best that they could say,   For my restless teenage ways,   Was time in the service   Might serve me well,   Even if it’s just service in   The latrines      Lucy my love,   Don’t go sending me off to war   I put up with your family,   Full of bigots and fanatics,   Just to get a little closer to you,   Now you’ve turned on me too   You have turned on me too.      Go hide behind your flag and family   This town has nothing left for me   This town is nothing more   Than a fundamentalist penitentiary      When you’re down on your knees   Are you praying for holy war?   When you’re down on your knees   Are you praying for holy war?   Lucy my love,   Don’t go sending me off to war      We must live,   We must be true,   To our childhood dreams,   Or they’re worthless   And our youth is insincere      So where do we find worth?      I put up with your family,   Full of bigots and fanatics,   Just to get a little closer to you,   Now you’ve turned on me too   You have turned on me too.      When you’re down on your knees   Are you praying for holy war?   When you’re down on your knees   Are you praying for holy war?   Lucy my love,   Don’t go sending me off to war      We must live,   We must be true,   To our childhood dreams,   Or they are worthless   And our youth is insincere      So where do we find worth?