الأغاني: Fischer-z. Battalions Of Strangers.

The map has gone
It's burning in the afternoon
The smell's so strong
No chance to walk away

Gold medallions for the proud men in khaki
Those battalions of strangers

No one wants to lead the way
Be the first death of the day
Leave his family behind
It must all be in the minds of battalions of strangers

The sound of guns has given way to children's cries
The war has come home
The black smoke and the hordes of flies

Gold medallions for the citizens who stand and wait
Those battalions of strangers

No one wants to lead the way
Be the first death of the day
Leave his family behind
It must all be in the minds of battalions of strangers

The voice of calm from Moscow to the Pentagon
Sound the alarm, and try to back the better one
Gold medallions for the men who must negotiate
For those battalions of strangers