[Verse 1]
Who are these ones who would lead us now
To the sound of a thousand guns?
Storm the gates of hell itself
To the tune of a single drum
Where are the girls of the neighborhood bars
Whose loves were lost at sea?
In the hills of France and on German soil
From Saigon to Wounded Knee
Who come from long lines of soldiers
Whose duty was fulfilled
In the words of a warrior's will
And protocol

[Verse 2]
Where are the boys in their coats of blue
Who flew when their eyes were blind?
Was God in town for the Roman games?
Was he there when the deals were signed?
Who are the kings in their coats of mail
Who rode by the cross to die?
Did they all go down into worthiness?
Is it wrong for a king to cry?
And who are these ones who would have us now?
Whose presence is concealed
Whose nature is revealed
In a time bomb
[Verse 3]
And last of all, you old seadogs
Who travel after whale
You'd storm the gates of hell itself
For the taste of a mermaid's tail
Who come from long lines of skippers
Whose duty was fulfilled
In the words of a warrior's will
And protocol