Army Bound

Some modest dreams, they just don't pay out Some modest means don't leave much way out In every cradle there's a grave now In every owner there's a slave now Heard somewhere that there is a place now Someone who'll catch you on your way down But in every captain there's a kid now In every chaplain there's an ID now So make sure you keep your bunk beds made One day you'll see your bunker walls degrade And in every garden there's a snake now In every pardon there's a mistake now When you fall on the ground, not a sound: army bound When you're all no-account, no amount: army bound When your vests (or your gowns), hand-me-downs: army bound Workin' hard for a round to the crown: army bound While you march from your town to renown: army bound --- Army Bound - Ted Leo & the Pharmacists