Details of the War - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

Bloody sheets

Tenderly she moves me

An opera star

Dying hard for love

You say I’m hurt, I will take your word

Leather pants

Happiness

A hundred dollars

Buy success

Hanging with your fashionable whores

And I’m a wounded bird

I will take your word

You and Tom

To the prom

Camel dick

Crucifix

Everyone’s the same and on and on

Emerging from the football stands

Clinging to his broken hand

It’s over I have seen it all before

Nakedness

A flying lesson

Tattered dress

Sunburned chest

You will pay for your excessive charm

With a boy who knows less than he thinks

Drinks up his expensive drinks

Be careful with the details of the war