Hold on!   The recent exchange   Is just another face arranged   By the knife edge of time   And just another waste of mine      I wonder   Was that the Pharoah's Daughter   Or the wealth I still remember?      We were dressed in uniforms left over from the war   A tourniquet, an iron vest, our emblem was a star   The younger ones looked frightened   Left unguarded by the clouds   While sons of fire with trembling hands   Burned heroes to the ground      I wonder   Was that the famous daughter   of the well-heeled revolving oh-so-fine?   While we were building caskets   For boys with leather jackets      The girl's quite familiar