At the front, an incredible bore,
Talking, talking, more and more...

On the field, the battle begins,
One side loses, the other side wins...

The soldier boy was sitting calmly underneath that...
As I approached it, I could see him beckoning to...

I'm sorry for the things I said,
And for the things I never did...

A curse has swept the country,
A plague of desperation...

In that forgotten part of town
Where wasted hopes and dreams are found...