you know the error was yours!
this radio call, this wanton force,
these burning fields and fallow grounds,
this uniform will spook the horse.
these bombs on building blocks,
those broken bodies our total lack of shock,
our troops show no remorse,
this western world will spook the horse.
what's your current position -
now these airships are gliding back home?
help us, help us! learn from the medico...
now with us now.
you know why they write the news like this,
the paraphrasing makes us rich,
they break their wrists as doctors to parchments.
it's hardly profound,
there's a ghost hanging off our backgrounds,
they never really broke up the empire.
and it's misguided to do nothing but we're fools for that,
we spent too much time on our backs,
we've spent all the money that we won't pay back,
and you know in the future we'll all have to face the facts.
in the right light you can
see the dust as it falls in the air...