Ahh, ahh Hold on, the recent exchange Is just another face arranged By the knife edge of time And just another waste of mine I wonder, ahh Was that the pharaoh's daughter? Or the wealth I still remember? We were dressed in uniforms left over from the war A tourniquet, an iron vest, our emblem was a star The younger ones looked frightened Left unguarded by the clouds While sons of fire with trembling hands Burned heroes to the ground Is it true? I wonder, ahhh Was that the famous daughter Of the well-heeled revolving oh-so-fine? While we were building caskets For boys in leather jackets The girl's quite familiar