Lyric Cocksoldiers And Their Postwar Stubble

If you could imagine this
You re not to blame
This is one thing that you missed
I know it s not the same

Bend your rules in healing halls
Poisoned rain
Of the scavenger of sports
That you found to be insane

Realize the entertainment
Rise above the self-containment
Compromise will be the arrangement
For the cocksoldiers
And their postwar stubble
And dream tonight

repeat all but the second part.