Who's He?

Little Bohemian lost his sheep

And I know where to find them

Just meet me at the end of my tether

And there they are

It's the same old story

In a blaze of glory

We can change this town

This friday night

But in a glaze of bleary

They drop like, drop like, drop like flies

You wrote about your heroes and it read like a 'who's who'

You wrote about your life and it read like a 'who's he?'

So fall in, fall about, your country needs you now

Gather your legs and sup up your dregs

Carry the crusade up to the home strait

And the crooked mile

Back to your wife

She's in bed, she sleeps late

She don't fret or worry

Cuz it won't be very long till cliche guevara's home

When the manifesto is a schoolboy thesis

When the man in charge is like a greasy jesus

It's taking on epic proportions before my weary eyes

Turning the old town into a backdrop

Sssh it's so quiet, you could hear a name drop

So fall in, fall about, your country needs you now

Gather your legs and sup up your dregs

Carry the crusade up to the home strait

And the crooked mile

Back to your wife

She's in bed, she sleeps late

She don't fret or worry

Cuz it won't be very long till cliche guevara's home

Love and hate are written all over your fist

So fall in, fall about, your country needs you now

Gather your legs and sup up your dregs

Carry the crusade up to the home strait

And the crooked mile

Back to your wife

She's in bed, she sleeps late

She don't fret or worry

Cos it won't be very long till cliche guevara's home

Till cliche guevara's home, till cliche guevara's home