Resistance Song Lyrics

Jill Sobule - Resistance Song
For the end of the chorus "...no tomorrow",
something like this is played:
I had this dream we were in the resisitance
Somewhere in France fighting traitors and facists
You were my mistress, yes you were a woman
But I knew it was you by the shape of your mouth
You called me Maurice and I had a small moustache
Played clarinet in a decadent band, till 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 mens' hands instead of bullets
and you're a bass player in the band that got a deal
Dealing with assholes instead of explosives
Still we're grateful to be alive
Together fighting side by side, as we
Hide in the bushes
We shoot from the bushes
We love in the bushes
Like there's no tomorrow
Drink from the bushes
We'll hide in the bushes
We'll love in the bushes
Like there was no tomorrow
Dm (softly)
We promised if one of us left or died
We'd meet again in another life, and we'll
Hide in the bushes
We'll shoot from the bushes
Make love in the buses
Like there's no tomorrow
We'll hide in the bushes
We'll shoot from the bushes
Make love in the bushes
Like there is no tomorrow