All is fair in love and we're in love 
Now that everybody's dead we can finally talk 
Can vanity and happiness coexist? 
All the lovers we've taken in direct view of the enemy 

And we shift each other's body to accept the bullet 
And continue the pleasure 
The treasures of battle 
It's only for the wounded, the purple-hearted 

Why must you try to ruin my peace of mind? 
And they were only words and I never meant them
I never loved you 
Even in my weakness 
You were fuel for the fire - cannon fodder 

And my grandpa drank, fell and broke his face in two 
When the cops arrived, he exclaimed, "I fought in World War II" 
And then carried him to darkened hospital room 
And said, "No modern person here remembers you
And we can't identify the enemy 
And it could be you so it'll cost you" 
And it only cost me my wife 
And my job 
Now what?

And my mom and I went to identify the body 
And I wanted to see but she wouldn't let me 
I had to wait for the military cemetery 
And when we got there this is what she said to me 
"Love and war, in heaven and in hell 
You get what you deserve 
You'd better spend it well 
All is fair in love and war and love 
A civil war like this it always sells itself"