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