Lemons Lyrics - The War Effort

April winds are firey 

And a sea shell was never my home 

Can't fault a dreamer you'll not find me 

And her eyes will be swollen and cold 

How can this fire be so chilling 

Where can our mothers be found 

Dress me in camp Carolina 

Get me a plane out of town 

Fathers of fathers are not vexing 

To a bramble that's caught in my hair 

When red is not death that's when we'll sing 

Oh and John will follow with out a care 

He'll follow you without a care 

Lemons are our food in the evening 

Mascots of our ruined night 

My friend my God why you fleeting 

My special service is done done done done