My mama's first love was a vile ex-Marine
But the blood and guts in her heart
Could have washed Pilate's hands clean

Her lips were like an anvil
Dropped from a cliff
The fall had almost killed him
And then that anvil hit

Your father's love was like a lantern
Lit on the brave dark ship
And my love was like the sea
Surging for one taste of his wick
And today, your thirteenth birthday
I can see through these tears
That my son, you'll be a soldier
Before five more years

Then your love will be the lantern
That guides your ship through night
Don't forget the sea loves the soldier
Who's not afraid to die

And today, your thirteenth birthday
I can see through these tears
That my son, you'll be a soldier
Before five more years

Then your love will be the lantern
That guides your ship through night
Don't forget the sea loves the soldier
Who's not afraid to die

Your love is like an anvil
Cold and black as the earth
My love is like the hammer
Forging shapes of new life on your curves
My mama told me when I was fresh from the womb
Boy you'll be a soldier
Judging by the size of my wound

Your love is like an anvil
Cold and black as the earth
My love is like the hammer
Forging shapes of new life on your curves

Copyright: DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Writer(s): Creston Spiers, Paul Trudeau, Stephen Tanner