Babyshambles
The first news was there's Americans on the shore
Maybe, maybe, maybe now we're all going to war
Maybe, maybe, maybe they'll be screaming out for more
Maybe, maybe, maybe they'll be running for the door
Got the tickets and a dirty nose
No one wants to help but everybody knows
Start with babyshambles and your friends will come to blows
And babyshambled when you're timid at the shows
You don't need no one
You don't need no one who feels the same old way
Its a shame, we were just getting comfy
We don't need no war
First news was there's Americans on the shore,
Arabs on the beach and lovers on the floor
Maybe, maybe, maybe we are all going to war
Maybe, maybe, maybe . . .