The Rebel Kind - Dino, Desi & Billy

It's like being in love You rob your own mind and defile your bed You ignore the fate of the players who both end up dead And you pretend for us and you pretend for them This fairytale will make them jealous of you But it's not the kind, the kind that you talked about And it's just the kind that rips the clothing off your mind She is feeding you and you lie with her And for the first time your right arm becomes useful As you sin with it, you wanna cut it off But instead you thank God for all of the wrong you do But it's not the kind, the kind that you talked about And it's just the kind that rips the clothing off your mind And she is feeding you and you lie with her And for the first time your right arm becomes useful As you sin with it, you wanna cut it off But instead you thank God for all of the wrong you do (Yeah well then you thought wrong) ('Cause you can't serve God and money) (You can serve one or the other) You cut the cord today with God's hand to hold yours steady He waits for you to apply the pressure The warmth of his breath wrapped in his words As he repeats his truth, after truth, after truth, after truth After truth, after truth, after truth, after truth, after- But it's just the kind, the kind you talked about And it's just the kind that clothes your mind with Christ He is feeding you and you know the truth And I pray this is the last song I will sing to you And it's just the kind, the kind you talked about And it's just the kind that clothes your mind with Christ He is feeding you and you know the truth And I pray this is the last song I will sing to you I'm sorry Father, I'm sorry sister I'm sorry brother, I'm sorry everybody I'm sorry Father, I'm sorry sister I'm sorry brother, I'm sorry everybody

I slept as I dreamed of a time long ago I saw an army of rebels dancing on air I dreamed as I slept, I could see the campfires A song of the battle, that was born in the flames And the rebels were waltzing on air I danced with a girl to the tune of a waltz That was written to be danced on the battlefield I danced to the song of a voice of a girl A voice that called "Stand till we fall We stand till all the boys fall" As we danced came the news that the war was not won Five armies were coming with carriage and gun Throught the heart of the camp swept the news from the front A cloud crossed the moon, a child cried for food We knew the war could not be won So we danced with the rifle, to the rhythm of the gun In a glade through the trees I saw my only one Then the earth seemed to rise hell hot as the sun The soldiers were dying, there was a tune to the sighing The song was an old rebel one As the smoke of our hopes rose high from the field My eyes played tricks through the moon and the trees I slept as I dreamed I saw the army rise A voice began to call, "Stand till you fall" The tune was an old rebel one