Storm the gates of hell itself
In a time bomb
In the hills of France and on German soil
And last of all you old sea dogs
Who come from long lines of skippers
Whose presence in concealed
For the taste of a mermaids tail
And protocol
Where are the boys in their coats of blue
Who flew when their eyes were blind
Whose love's were lost at sea
And who are these ones who would have us now
Whose duty was fulfilled
Was God in town for the Roman games
From Saigon to wounded knee
In the words of a warriors will
Whose nature is revealed
Did they all go down into worthiness
Is it wrong for a king to cry
In the words of a warriors will
Whose duty was fulfilled
You'd storm the gates of hell itself
Who rode by the cross to die
Was He there when the deals were signed
Who travel after whale
Where are the girls of the neighborhood bars
Who are the kings in their coats of mail
Who come from long lines of soldiers
To the tune of a single drum
