[Verse 1]

Who are these ones who would lead us now

To the sound of a thousand guns?

Storm the gates of hell itself

To the tune of a single drum

Where are the girls of the neighborhood bars

Whose loves were lost at sea?

In the hills of France and on German soil

From Saigon to Wounded Knee

Who come from long lines of soldiers

Whose duty was fulfilled

In the words of a warrior's will

And protocol

[Verse 2]

Where are the boys in their coats of blue

Who flew when their eyes were blind?

Was God in town for the Roman games?

Was he there when the deals were signed?

Who are the kings in their coats of mail

Who rode by the cross to die?

Did they all go down into worthiness?

Is it wrong for a king to cry?

And who are these ones who would have us now?

Whose presence is concealed

Whose nature is revealed

In a time bomb

[Verse 3]

And last of all, you old seadogs

Who travel after whale

You'd storm the gates of hell itself

For the taste of a mermaid's tail

Who come from long lines of skippers

Whose duty was fulfilled

In the words of a warrior's will

And protocol