We all came back from the war

I wish somebody would tell me the score

We raked old Posiedon over the coals

Shook his shells, shaked his shoals

Where can a soldier fix himself a drink

Forget the noise, forget the stink

And the opium is running pretty low

'Cause when the pain comes back, I don't want to know

Across yonder ocean the natives are fierce

Their ears are filled their teeth are pierced

But it's not their spears that spill your breath

They kill their enemies by loving them to death

We were on some battlefield

I felt something soft go through my shield

I felt something warm enter my guts

I was bleeding bad but there were no cuts

They captured three of us, took us back to their village

After a long long time I could decipher their language

They worshipped Baal, they worshipped the sun

They worshipped the son of the evil one

They were more than voracious, they sucked our ambition

They let me go on one condition

That was when I came back to my native shore

I tell you they don't want to play with us anymore

But a part of me will never be free

And the part that's free will never be me

But a thing of love and beauty is in my head

A message from my enemies, and here's what they said

They said that love = hate

And death = fate

An enemy always = an adorer

But priest = aura

And life = time

And time = space

And space = sublime

And human = race

Oh and woman = man

And pot = pan

The fauna ought to equal the flora

But priest = aura

And beginning = the end

The end always = the start

But straight = bent

The mind sometimes = the heart

And you = me

The land = the sea

Richer = poorer

And priest = aura