There's a moment in the mornings when the birds refuse to sing
When the wind blows in it's cargo and the eyes begin to sting
And you can't see these Elysian Fields for the bodies on the ground
So you grope the dead for souvenirs that are lying all around
Lay your head down on my pillow and show me heaven
Lay your head down on my pillow and show me heaven
I killed a little boy today; I put a bayonet in his breast
They said I was a hero and pinned a medal on my chest
But I will not kill another for now I know it to be wrong
That young man had a mother and for her I must be strong
So lift your skirt up a little higher and show me heaven
Lift your skirt up a little higher and show me heaven
In the morning they'll be waiting and before the day is done
I will make my peace with Jesus, I will walk toward the sun
And they'll take me to the bloody war, where the ones before me fell
And I'll go to meet my old friends, yes and my enemies as well
So put your sweet lips against my body and show me heaven
Put your sweet lips against my body and show me heaven
Show me heaven, show me heaven
Show me heaven, show me heaven.