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