Through endless afternoons, I stay awake
I live in ruins of an age
My pipes are ringing sharp and easy
In my wake - I own this hazy day
Now, in my moments of weakness
I might curse this rotten war
I might curse this rotten war
I might curse this rotten war
But hey, then, what else am I good for?
Ain't gonna sleep until I break
Ain't gonna sleep for just old time's sake anymore
I shoot an arrow cross the sun
And feel much keener than before!
I'm a sucker for lost civilization
This land with lungs collapsed and bleeding through
My work is slow but I am patient
This land forever sleeping in a tomb
But if they ever storm the beaches
I might curse those rotten yanks
I might curse those rotten yanks
I might curse those rotten yanks
They left me with nothing left to do
Who drops the bombs here again?
Dreaming mad jack alive come light me up
Oh, what a view
I shoot an arrow cross the sun again
In this I am renewed