Testo di 'Resistance Song' di Jill Sobule

I had this dream we were in the resistance
Somewhere in France fighting traitors and fascists
You were my mistress, yes you were a woman
But I knew it was you by the shape of your mouth

And you called me maurice
And I had a small moustache
And played Clarinet in a decadent band....

Until we
Hid in the buhses
We shot from the bushes
Made love in the bushes
Like there was no tomorrow

But in my real life I'm a cocktail waitress
Dodging men's hands instead of bullets
And you're a base player in a band that got a deal
Dealing with assholes instead of explosives
Still we're grateful to be alive
Together fighting side by side

As We
Hide in the bushes
Shoot from the bushes
Love in the bushes
Like there is no tomorrow

We promised if one of us left or died
We'd meet again in another life

And we'll
Hide in the bushes
We'll shoot from the bushes
Make love in the bushes
Like there's no tomorrow

Hide in bushes
Shoot from the bushes
Love in the bushes
Like there is no tomorrow