Testo Battalions Of Strangers

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 kaki.
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...