Hold on...

The recent exchange

Is just another face arranged

By the knife edge of time

And just another waste of mine

I wonder...

Was that the Pharoh's daughter,

Or the wealth I still remember?

We were dressed in uniforms left over from the war

A tourniquet, an iron vest, our emblem was a star

The younger ones looked frightend,

Left unguarded by the clouds

While sons of fire with trembling hands

Burned heroes to the ground

Is is true? I wonder...

Was that the famous daughter

Of the well-heeled revolving oh, so fine

While we were building caskets

For boys in leather jackets?

The girl's quite familiar...