All is fair in love and we're in love    Now that everybody's dead we can finally talk    Can vanity and happiness coexist?    All the lovers we've taken in direct view of the enemy       And we shift each other's body to accept the bullet    And continue the pleasure    The treasures of battle    It's only for the wounded, the purple-hearted       Why must you try to ruin my peace of mind?    And they were only words and I never meant them   I never loved you    Even in my weakness    You were fuel for the fire - cannon fodder       And my grandpa drank, fell, and broke his face in two    When the cops arrived, he exclaimed, "I fought in World War II"    And then carried him to darkened hospital room    And said, "No modern person here remembers you   And we can't identify the enemy    And it could be you so it'll cost you"    And it only cost me my wife    And my job    Now what?      And my mom and I went to identify the body    And I wanted to see but she wouldn't let me    I had to wait for the military cemetery    And when we got there this is what she said to me    "Love and war, in heaven and in hell    You get what you deserve    You'd better spend it well    All is fair in love and war and love    A civil war like this it always sells itself"