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

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 you see

It's not about you anymore

Oh mother, I could die a hero
And bring glory to our home
What would you do in a house full of glory
If you had to live there alone?

So I'd rather play this song
I want to die playing