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 love's 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 warriors will

And protocol



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 in concealed

Whose nature is revealed

In a time bomb



And last of all you old sea dogs

Who travel after whale

You'd storm the gates of hell itself

For the taste of a mermaids tail



Who come from long lines of skippers

Whose duty was fulfilled

In the words of a warriors will

And protocol