The verdict fell on a morning flight to London
Like silent heavy steps on the way towards you
The verdict fell even though you always use a condom
And with the scythe in swing your old friend awaits
And as you played when you were children
You stood to attention with your back straight and took four hundred blows
The sleep came and you became so right in time
The verdict fell like tears against your screen
The sleep came like an opinion, right-wing
But against dollar and yen death so easily becomes a joke
And as you played when you were children
You lost your war, you are left standing alone
And no one comes to your defence
So you stand to attention with your back straight and take four hundred blows