Fine Right Here!

The lyrics of 'Fine Right Here' were written in March 2025 by yours truly.

The backing was created with the assistance of Suno's A.I. technology in the same month.

Put the video together in April 2025.

"Don't want to dance to the skeleton tune,
Get drunk on death and killing,
Don't want to up and fight your fight,
When it's my blood you'll be spilling.

I don't wanna dance on a hot war floor,
Just to suit your grand design.
I will not dance your dance of death,
Out there on the front line!

I'm fine right here,
Where things don't stink of blood,
Gonna grow old right here,
In my neighborhood.

Boots on the ground, body in the bag,
And that's the end of me?
You can stick conscription where the sun don't shine,
I'm no tame draftee!

Get myself killed for Blackrock?
Well, you're not even warm!
I get to be the bankers' blue-eyed boy,
If I just sign the form?

You think I'm gonna kill and die,
Just for those who preach the word,
When they're just after profit,
And culling the whole damn herd!

I'm fine right here,
I ain't gonna end up dead,
I'm gonna grow old right here.
And die peaceful in my bed.

Boots on the ground, body in the bag,
That may be fine by you.
Conscript the true believer, Keir,
I got better things to do.

If you have to cull kids for your phony war,
Send your own off first.
Let it be the children of the ruling class,
Who passenger the battle hearse.
With your own folk dead for no good cause,
Maybe then you'll realise,
That the noble death and the sacrifice,
Can never make up for the frightful price,
You pay when a loved one dies.

I'm fine right here,
The Bogey Man doesn't want me.
I won't swap your fear and pain,
For my life and liberty.

I'll fight just fine in my own back yard,
Should it come to war.
But until then the snatcher gang
Better steer clear of my door!"