We’re making war, lover.   We are not getting on.   I will not change to keep the peace;   You won’t admit you’re wrong.   I’ve got a bellyful of grudges and I will not let them out.   The wreckage of your previous life   You will not sort it out.      The dirt we keep on raking,   The giving up, the taking.   And we keep on making war, darling.   The stand off is coming.   The wounds should heal without a scar,   But the stitches keep on breaking.   And you keep on phoning.   And I keep on moaning.   And we keep on making war.      Sweetheart, destroying our best laid plans   I will not explain myself and you refuse to understand   Our friends all become traitors as we wave our piece of paper   The ammunition’s loaded   And the troops are at the border   But I might be bluffing   And you might be faking   But we keep making war.