Of the well heeled revolving oh so fine?
I wonder was that the Pharaoh's Daughter
For boys with leather jackets
Or the wealth I still remember?
We were dressed in uniforms left over from the war
A tourniquet, an iron vest, our emblem was a star
And just another waste of mine
While we were building caskets
The younger ones looked frightened left unguarded by the clouds
I wonder, was that the famous daughter
While sons of fire with trembling hands burned heroes to the ground
By the knife edge of time