Weighed and Found Wanting

Shot in the face, shot in the hip, shot in the leg Both ankles too but he kind of enjoyed it Escaped from the camp Jumped out of the plane Chewed his own damn fingers off and said he enjoyed it Fought in the fires Fought with the Poles Fought in the second war and more and still he kind of enjoyed it Still find the time To write it all down, well some of it down Not the names of the women and children but Still he enjoyed the war Take a good hard look at yourself Deal with the cards you were dealt You got two eyes and two functioning arms But you're still a fucking weasel And it's not an empty pissing contest Because wide-eyed will always suckle the leaders Come the next gathering storm We'll be weighed and found wanting Bastard at birth, son of a king Swearing like a seasoned trooper but he never surrendered Escape through the hills Dressed in a sharp suit Walking solo to the border, he never surrendered Saw through the reds, called Mao a cunt Broke up the dinner's and the speeches and never surrendered Understood well, better than most that somewhere deep down Everybody has to decide a line that they will not cross Take a good hard look at yourself Deal with the cards you were dealt You've got two eyes and two functioning arms But you're still a fucking weasel And it's not an empty pissing contest Because wide-eyed always swallow their medicine Come the next gathering storm We'll be weighed and found wanting like a weakling child Despite the arch cynical pose, if we chose to There are still some things that we could defend And when the idealists start marching again Now tell me, who's going to stop them? This isn't some empty pissing contest But the wide-eyed can be relied on to pick the wrong side Come the next gathering storm We will be weighed and found wanting