You know the error was yours!   That radio-call, that wanton force   These burning fields and fallow grounds   This uniform will spook the horse   These bombs on building blocks   These broken bodies, our total lack of shock   Our troops show no remorse   This western world will spook the horse      What's your current position -   Now these airships are gliding back home?   Help us, help us! Learn from the medico...   Not with us now      You know why they write the news like this   The paraphrasing makes us rich   they break their wrists as doctores to parchments   It's hardly profound   There's a ghost hanging off our backgrounds   They never really broke up the empire      And it's misguided to do nothing   But we're fools for that   We spent too much time on our backs   We've spent all the money that we won't pay back   And you know in the future   We'll all have to face the facts...   In the right light    You can see the dust as it falls through the air...