Weighed And Found Wanting

Shot in the face, shot in the hip, shot in the leg
Both ankles too but he kind of enjoyed it

Escaped from the camp
Jumped out of the plane
Chewed his own damn fingers off and said he enjoyed it

Fought in the fires
Fought with the Poles
Fought in the second war and more and still he kind of enjoyed it

Still find the time
To write it all down, well some of it down
Not the names of the women and children but
Still he enjoyed the war

Take a good hard look at yourself
Deal with the cards you were dealt
You got two eyes and two functioning arms
But you’re still a fucking weasel

And it’s not an empty pissing contest
Because wide-eyed will always suckle the leaders
Come the next gathering storm
We’ll be weighed and found wanting

Bastard at birth, son of a king
Swearing like a seasoned trooper but he never surrendered

Escape through the hills
Dressed in a sharp suit
Walking solo to the border, he never surrendered

Saw through the reds, called Mao a cunt
Broke up the dinner’s and the speeches and never surrendered

Understood well, better than most that somewhere deep down
Everybody has to decide a line that they will not cross

Take a good hard look at yourself
Deal with the cards you were dealt
You’ve got two eyes and two functioning arms
But you’re still a fucking weasel

And it’s not an empty pissing contest
Because wide-eyed always swallow their medicine
Come the next gathering storm
We’ll be weighed and found wanting like a weakling child

Despite the arch cynical pose, if we chose to
There are still some things that we could defend
And when the idealists start marching again
Now tell me, who’s going to stop them?

This isn’t some empty pissing contest
But the wide-eyed can be relied on to pick the wrong side
Come the next gathering storm
We will be weighed and found wanting wanting