Dishonorable Discharge

Ô Holy is the crusade they launch To clear the head of the maniac Sealing the lips

They silenced the little devil Biting the bit

It complied like a tamed animal Wheel it in to the shrine

The needle filling in the line The limbs were numbed

I wonder why

When you went to war My flag was already high

Charge, clear, shock

The sarge you hear will raise his flock It's the charge of the Light Brigade

The treatment of choice for the renegade

A paper boat is drifting

On the stream of tears of oblivion Carrying away

The dreams of the little children Finding its way

To the bottom of the ocean

Neon light

And the sharp sheet of ice

They screened the gold

And left me the brown

Kicked the dead horse

When it was already down

Charge, clear, shock.