Resistance Song

I had this dream

We were at the resistance

Somewhere in France

Fighting traitors and fascists

And you were my mistress

Yes, you were a woman

But I knew it was you by the shape of your mouth

You called me Maurice

And I had a small mustache

Played clarinet in a decadent band

Till we

Hid in the bushes

We shot from the bushes

Made love in the bushes

Like there was no tomorrow

But in my real life I'm a cocktail waitress

Dodging men's hands instead of bullets

And you're a bass player in a band who's got a deal

Dealing with assholes instead of explosives

Still we're grateful to be alive

Together fighting side-by-side

Well, we'd

Hide in the bushes

We'd shoot from the bushes

Make love in the bushes

Like there was no tomorrow

Hide in the bushes

We'd shoot from the bushes

Make love in the bushes

Like there's no tomorrow

Hide in the bushes

We'd shoot from the bushes

Make love in the bushes

Like there was no tomorrow