Weddings Parties Anything - Scorn Of The Women lyrics

Well I remember respectfully Like others before me All those folk who fell in the war And I heard you singing songs of lamentation But I don't wish to hear them no more "And what did you do in the time of the war?" Is a question asked by everyone Well I stood in the line My screwdriver in hand Making aircraft out at Laverton SO don't sing no songs about Waltzing Matilda Don't tell me I tried, don't tell me I failed 'Cos all I recall is the scorn of the women And the white feather that I received in the mail Well I remember the day I went down to enlist And they said, "Read this chart on the wall" And I remember the tone Of the voice of the doctor As he said to me "That will be all thank you very much" And riding home slowly, I sat on my tram Not sure if to laugh or to cry For to train in the camps A man needs his lamps And a good soldier Must have good eyes Well it takes more than bullets To murder, to maim Whether worn down or beaten A d**h's still a d**h And you know sometimes When I think back to the forties I pray for my very last breath Oh you know, I have nothing Against those who fought But for Christ's sake We do what we can There's more than one way That you can skin a cat And there's more than one way You can cripple a man