high ideals

There's a laddered tear in my high ideals Like I took a chair on the battle field And any noble fire that was burning in my chest Is acid in my belt at the very best There's a bayonet in my family things It was made in the USA to defend the king And though the sinew that thrust And all the bones it splintered are dust It's passed from hand to hand With the wedding rings Oh settle down little heart of mine Oh settle down you're doing double time You're so far away and she's right there By your side Oh settle down little heart of mine --- High Ideals - Elbow