Restrain the demons in the pit
And ring the rim with rum.
My fire has paled before the wit
Cogito, ergo sum.
It seems he was a wiser man
When he refused to go.
I went, oh you could say I ran
But only I would know
The wisdom he refused see
Who shrank beneath the spell
Of peace, and love, and harmony,
His web was spun too well.
I found our lives were meant to waste
And red is more than hue
That blood has smell as well as taste
When flesh is torn in two.
At home the crowds contained the night
And cursed us with their song
They saw the war in black and white
And rallied round the Cong
They watched (and heard) in monotone
Completely unaware
When hair and skin slips off the bone
The camera's never there.
The memory of war is more
Than I can now repeat
So settle up the final score
And pour my liquor neat
And throw my demon in the pit
And ring the rim with rum
My fire has paled before the wit
Cogito, ergo sum.
