Cocksoldiers and Their Postwar Stubble

If you could imagine this You're not to blame This is one thing that you missed I know it's not the same Bend your rules in healing halls Poisoned rain Of the scavenger of sports That you found to be insane Realize the entertainment Rise above the self-containment Compromise will be the arrangement For the cocksoldiers And their postwar stubble And dream tonight repeat all but the second part.