There was once an accordion player who didn't go to war
His mother said
I know all you wanna do is play
But can't you see what's going on?
It's not about you anymore
It's not about you anymore
It's not about you anymore
It's not about you anymore
It's not about you anymore
It's not about you anymore
And so he stayed and played at home until they burned it down
And when there was no bench
To sit on he would just sit on the ground
And when he held his wounded friend in his arms
And death was all around
He said
It's not about you anymore
It's not about you anymore
It's not about you anymore
It's not about you anymore
It's not about you anymore
It's not about you anymore
Oh Mother, I could die a hero
And bring glory to our home
And what would you do in a house full of glory
If you had to live there alone
Live there alone
Live there alone
Live there alone
Live there alone
So I'd rather play this song
I want to die playing
I want to die playing
I want to die playing
I want to die playing
I want to die playing
I want to die playing
I want to die playing
I want to die playing
I want to die playing
I want to die playing