Lunatic and Fire-pistol

Oh, my stars that fall like ashen memories amidst

The trees then burst like leper sunsets on the shore

In english town my sweetheart weeps, and how i

Would prefer to be counting sheep than fighting

In the war

Now lunatic and fire pistol deep into my brain

Once more into the breach, into the fray

Insane, i see the rough-house boys

Descend onto the green

The candle burns the hours that light the day

But now i am the undergrowth and still i would

Prefer to be leaving hell and travelling far away

In short, the village ignorants are plundering my town

It's a savage heart that beats them on their way

So lunatic and fire your pistol deep into my brain

Once more into the breach, into the fray

Insane, i see the rough house-boys

Descend onto my green

The cande burns the hours that light the day

But safe in my uniform

In no other way

Cast out and destitute

Ridden once with violence

Now i decay

But long ago i had a friend, honey

And sound and fury was his game

With pure contempt for any picture , honey

Just dedication to the frame

No stomach for the fighting

No fear of cannon fire

So lunatic just fire your pistol there