Menno Sane

Watching him dash away, swinging an old bouquet – dead roses
Sake and strange divine
Uh-hu-hu-uh-hu-hu you’ll make it

Passionate bright young things, takes him away to war – don’t fake it
Sadden glissando strings
Uh-hu-hu-uh-hu-hu – you’ll make it

Who’ll love Menno Sane
Battle cries and champagne just in time for sunrise
Who’ll love Menno Sane