Accordion Player

There was once an accordion player
Who didn't go to war
His mother said "I know all
You wanna do is play
But can't you see what's going on?"

It's not about you anymore
It's not about you anymore
It's not about you anymore
It's not about you anymore
It's not about you anymore
It's not about you anymore

And so he stayed and played at home
Until they burned it down
And when there was no bench to sit on
He would just sit on the ground
And when he held his wounded friend
In his arms and death was all around he said

It's not about you anymore
It's not about you anymore
It's not about you anymore
It's not about you anymore
It's not about you anymore
It's not about you anymore

Oh Mother, I could die a hero
And bring glory to our home, home
And what would you do in a
House full of glory if you
Had to live there alone? Live there alone?
Live there alone? Live there alone?
Live there alone?
So I'd rather play this song

I want to die playing i want to die playing
I want to die playing i want to die playing
I want to die playing i want to die playing
I want to die playing i want to die playing
I want to die playing i want to die playing