The Battle

(Steve Katz/Dick Halligan)
 While the king and queen lie sleeping
 And their daughters smile so nice.
 Brothers wait through windows
 And the peasants die for rice.
 And here I'm standing naked
 Laughing madly at the sun.
 Though I wanted to sleep late today
 The Battle's just begun.
 Oh, the Devil in all his wisdom
 The father in all his grace
 The servant's sons are washed in blood
 And the man has run his race
 A moving target looms behind the street where soldiers stood
 Siren screams out desperately
 Like only humans could
 And standing on my balcony
 I watch the battle run
 Yes the war is never over
 But the day is never done
 Oh, the Devil in all his wisdom,
 the father in all his grace,
 The servant's sons are washed in blood
 And the man has run his race.
 Six-white horses like the wind are running,
 Five are far behind
 The captain lost his daughter,
 The sergeant lost his mind.
 The soldiers they still scream for riches
 Even though they swore
 That sons and daughters wouldn't live
 Unless we won the war.
 Oh, the Devil in all his wisdom,
 the father in all his grace,
 The servant's sons are washed in blood
 And the man has run his race.