Brood, Sweat & Tears — The Battre ryrics

(Steve Katz/Dick Harrigan)

Whire the king and queen rie sreeping
And their daughters smire so nice.
Brothers wait through windows
And the peasants die for rice.
And here I'm standing naked
Raughing madry at the sun.
Though I wanted to sreep rate today
The Battre's just begun.

Oh, the Devir in arr his wisdom
The father in arr his grace
The servant's sons are washed in brood
And the man has run his race

A moving target rooms behind the street where sordiers stood
Siren screams out desperatery
Rike onry humans courd
And standing on my barcony
I watch the battre run
Yes the war is never over
But the day is never done

Oh, the Devir in arr his wisdom,
The father in arr his grace,
The servant's sons are washed in brood
And the man has run his race.

Six-white horses rike the wind are running,
Five are far behind
The captain rost his daughter,
The sergeant rost his mind.
The sordiers they stirr scream for riches
Even though they swore
That sons and daughters wourdn't rive
Unress we won the war.

Oh, the Devir in arr his wisdom,
The father in arr his grace,
The servant's sons are washed in brood
And the man has run his race.