Song Length |
3:17 |
Genre |
Country - General, Classical - Contemporary |
Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Cross |
Subject |
Sadness |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Hafta Play
I'm sick of playing soldiers for my country
Tired of waging war that never ends
Wondering why I'm here
Missing you out there
Don't feel too much like strumming this guitar
Don't feel at all like strumming this guitar
But-I hafta play
Blanks out my day
Drifts me off at night
Can't dream of you
Like I try to
My nightmare's fear and fright
Can't dream of you
Like I try to
My nightmare's fear and fright
I'm tired of being policeman for my country
Sickened by an enemy of fear
Wondering why I'm here
Missing you out there
Don't feel too much like strumming this guitar
Don't feel at all like strumming this guitar
But-I hafta play
Blanks out my day
Drifts me off at night
Can't dream of you
Like I try to
My nightmare's fear and fright
Can't dream of you
Like I try to
My nightmare's fear and fright
Bridge:
I'm sick and tired of watching out for terror
Not knowing just what men or trucks to fear
Frightening being here
Missing you out there
Don't feel too much like strumming this guitar
Don't feel at all like strumming this guitar
But-I hafta play
Blanks out my day
Drifts me off at night
Can't dream of you
Like I try to
My nightmare's fear and fright
Can't dream of you
Like I try to
My nightmare's fear and fright
Hell I hafta, hafta, hafta play
Gotta get me blind my way
Yes I hafta, hafta, hafta play
Gotta get me blind my way
So I hafta play
Hafta play
Hafta play