Madame Selma keeps on smiling
selling postcards in the square
In all the photographs the Sun keeps on shining
And you can bet she's there-
One life coated in glossy color
The other coated in dust and blood
You wouldn't think that she'd ever seen the difference
But she did
Oh it's been so long since my man's been gone
And oh, what a woe for a woman in love to have to smile alone
Well it's been so long since my man's been gone
And oh, what a wonderful thing to have loved to have to die alone
In Selma's cards there're no folks fighting
No tattered cloth on splayed out bones
Only the Ottoman painted forests
And only the quaint old homes
But war stepped on our poor old door-steps
It's bloody boots on our welcome mat
selling postcards in the square
In all the photographs the Sun keeps on shining
And you can bet she's there-
One life coated in glossy color
The other coated in dust and blood
You wouldn't think that she'd ever seen the difference
But she did
Oh it's been so long since my man's been gone
And oh, what a woe for a woman in love to have to smile alone
Well it's been so long since my man's been gone
And oh, what a wonderful thing to have loved to have to die alone
In Selma's cards there're no folks fighting
No tattered cloth on splayed out bones
Only the Ottoman painted forests
And only the quaint old homes
But war stepped on our poor old door-steps
It's bloody boots on our welcome mat
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