Из альбома: Staring at the Cellophane
It was a crushing victory
Napoleon and his army
Marched across some other soil
Took the farmers from their toil
Waged a war that could never be won
Dream of masters, fanatics
Great men, of course they were
They had to be
Fall out a window, Napoleon
On your white horse
And with your sword
And your big hat
And half a right hand