You never knew if you were man enough
To go home with the girl
You never knew if you stood tall enough
To see the flags unfurl
You never knew if you were one of them
Worthy of their cheers
You never knew if you were cold enough
Worthy of her tears
You wouldn't look back at a bleeding corpse
You bought another foal when you shot the horse
You were never one to feel remorse
Now they're under your control
You've paid your fines, you've paid the courts
You've stoked your fires, traded diamond for quarts
You've lined the Rhine with sixty forts
Now they're under your control
Now she's nothing more than a memory
But you didn't ever bother to see
Now she's nothing more than a memory
Locked away in your penitentiary
You wanted to be her Aladdin
To take her away from this misery
But you wish that she hadn't
Caused you such an injury
Time and time again
You pray and say amen
Time and time again
The ink inside your pen
In rivers drawn from them
In streams of rusted red
You lift the infant high
Over bodies of the dead
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