The map has gone
It's burning in the afternoon
The smell's so strong
No chance to walk away
Gold medallions for the proud men in khaki
Those battalions of strangers
No one wants to lead the way
Be the first death of the day
Leave his family behind
It must all be in the minds of battalions of strangers
The sound of guns has given way to children's cries
The war has come home
The black smoke and the hordes of flies
Gold medallions for the citizens who stand and wait
Those battalions of strangers
No one wants to lead the way
Be the first death of the day
Leave his family behind
It must all be in the minds of battalions of strangers
The voice of calm from Moscow to the Pentagon
Sound the alarm, and try to back the better one
Gold medallions for the men who must negotiate
For those battalions of strangers

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