When you seek your reward

something you can afford

Be smart, be wise, be true

'cause real things happen to you



I'm here stuck in a trench

and violins play for me

draped and wounded by love

while bullets fly up above



Tell me why is it true

That I'm the fly in the soup

Music is what I desire

Not the wail of gunfire



I won't do this no more

Bite my tongue like before

But I'll remember the time

that violins made me cry