...Spooks The Horse

You know the error was yours!

That radio-call, that wanton force

These burning fields and fallow grounds

This uniform will spook the horse

These bombs on building blocks

These broken bodies, our total lack of shock

Our troops show no remorse

This western world will spook the horse

What's your current position

Now these airships are gliding back home?

Help us, help us, learn from the medico

Not with us now

You know why they write the news like this

The paraphrasing makes us rich

They break their wrists as doctores to parchments

It's hardly profound

There's a ghost hanging off our backgrounds

They never really broke up the empire

And it's misguided to do nothing

But we're fools for that

We spent too much time on our backs

We've spent all the money that we won't pay back

And you know in the future

We'll all have to face the facts

In the right light

You can see the dust as it falls through the air