Some Unholy War

If my man was fighting some unholy war I would be behind him Straight, shook up beside him With strength he didn't know It's you I'm fighting for He can't lose with me in tow I refuse to let him go (to let him go) At his side, and drunk on pride We wait for the blow Put it in writing But who're you writing for? Just us on kitchen floor A justice done reciting, my stomach standing still I like you reading my will He still stands in spite of what his scars say And I'll battle 'til this bitter finale (bitter finale) Just me, my dignity, and this guitar case, whoa, whoa If, if my man is fighting some unholy war And I will stand beside you But who're you dying for? B-, I would've died too I'd liked too If my man was fighting some unholy war If my man was fighting