high ideals

there's a laddered tear in my high ideals, like i took a chair on the battle field, and any noble fire that was burning in my chest, is acid in my belly at the very best, there's a bayonet in my family things, it was made in the usa to defend the king, and though the sinew, that thrust, and all the bones it splintered are dust, it's passed from hand to hand, with the wedding rings, oh, settle down little heart of mine, oh, settle down, you're doing double time, you're so far away and she's right here by your side, oh, settle down little heart of mine