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