There was once an accordian 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 It's not about you anymore It's not about you anymore It's not about you anymore It's not about you anymore It's not about you anymore" And so he stayed 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 "It's not about you anymore It's not about you anymore It's not about you anymore It's not about you anymore It's not about you anymore It's not about you anymore" Oh, mother I could die a hero And bring glory to our home, home What would you do in a house full of glory if you Had to live there alone Live there alone Live there alone Live there alone Live there alone So I'd rather play this song I want to die playing I want to die playing I want to die playing I want to die playing I want to die playing I want to die playing I want to die playing I want to die playing I want to die playing I want to die playing