Scent of victory in the air
the end of war is here
silence on t he blooded heath
bodies of the enimies everywhere
walk away slowly
he battle is lost and won
you sigh as the smoke rises
from the very tip of your gun
you'll collect medals
be the hero of the land
sucked into popularity
like your in quick sand
its no a sin
its pride locked up
in a tesco's cherry tin
but hey, just look...you win.
