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

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

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

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

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

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