Battalions Of Strangers

	The map has gone.
	It's burning in the afternoon.
	The smell's so strong.
	No chance to waft away.
	Gold medallions for the proud men in kahki.
	Those Battalions of strangers.
	Those Battalions of strangers.
	No one wants to lead the way.
	Be the first death of the day.
	Leave this family behind.
	It must all be in the minds of
	Battalions of strangers.
	Of Battalions of strangers...
	Of Battalions of strangers.
	Battalions of strangers...
	The sound of guns
	Has given way to children's cries.
	The war has come home.
	The black smoke and the hordes of flies.
	Gold medallions for the citizens who stand and wait.
	Those Battalions of strangers.
	Those Battalions of strangers...
	No one wants to lead the way.
	Be the first death of the day.
	Leave this family behind.
	It must all be in the minds of
	Battalions of strangers
	Of Battalions of strangers
	Of Battalions of strangers
	Of Battalions of strangers.
	The voice of calm
	From Moscow to the Pentagon.
	Sound the alarm,
	And try to back the better one.
	Gold medallions for men who must negotiate.
	For those battalions of strangers
	For those battalions of strangers ...