Fixed bayonets in the crisp autumn air

And I have to wonder why I don't even care

Scarlet epaulets and well-oiled hair

I have to wonder, really have to wonder

A cry of war is heard throughout the land

But all I have self-blame on hand

I'll crush their kingdom with a fistful of sand

Self-blame on hand, self-blame on hand

I invade the nations of the poor

But I can't fight my own battles, can't find a cure

I'll make them feel my rod till they can't take any more

Can't find a cure, can't find a cure

I'll subject you to horror

I'll subject you cause I can't rule myself

I rule a nation

I rule a nation but I can't rule myself

Fixed bayonets in the crisp autumn air

And I have to wonder why I don't even care

I have to wonder why I don't even care

I have to wonder, really have to wonder