I am a creature of war,
A soldier unable to soar,
I've written of battle,
And I've managed to travel,
Through No-Mans-Land,
Just to withstand firsthand an unmanned stand.

But then I lost my hand
to cranking the crank to the Gatling gun,
I was much too brave,
And to my dismay I broke the grave I was lowered,
Now I'm sobered, shoulder to shoulder with my polarized,
I lost my hand,
to cranking the crank to the Gatling gun.

What a sight to foresee,
Right exactly where I stand with the key,
On my tiptoes under the crows,
It snows but I'll grow,
No more guns for me,
No more breaking into pleas.

But then I lost my hand
to cranking the crank to the Gatling gun,
I was much too brave,
And to my dismay I broke the grave I was lowered,
Now I'm sobered, shoulder to shoulder with my polarized,