Who are these ones who would lead us now? To the sound of a thousand guns Who'd 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
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 road 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 in concealed Whose nature is revealed In a time bomb
Last of all you old sea dogs 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