There was once an accordion 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 and played 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
And 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