Cavalry

Black eyed peas and olive trees haphazardly

make their way over the barbed wire

the sun beats down upon our town

the red faced angry folk stomp all around

screaming high demands

some with rifles in their hands

and one by one and two by two

three by three then four

make their way over the barbed wire singing

la,la,la,la,la,la,la...

one by one and two by two

the great catapults are strained

and downward they descend upon our town

there's a billow of smoke

it floats from the mountaintops

the cavalry now strained

flank single file lines

and storm like crazy

booms and slings "charge" the great general screams!

"everyone to his grave!"

or so the legend goes cause none were saved

none were saved

singing la,la,la,la...