Resistance Song - Jill Sobule

I had this dream we were in the resistance

Somewhere in France fighting traitors and fascists

You were my mistress, yes, you were a woman

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

And you called me Maurice and I had a small mustache

And I played clarinet in a decadent band

Until 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 that got a deal

Dealing with assholes

Instead of explosives

Still we were grateful to be alive

Together fighting wide by side

As we

Hide in the bushes

We shoot from the bushes

We love in the bushes

Like there is no tomorrow

We promised if one of us left or died

We’d meet again in another life

And we’ll

Hide in bushes

Shoot from the bushes

Love in the bushes

Like there is no tomorrow