Busman's Holiday

Spent two years of my life in a foreign land.
Came home to my young wife, had a different man.
Saw fifteen sons and fathers lying on the ground.
Just one click of my thumb, everybody's down.

Oh it seems, nightmares have become of dreams.
Life ain't just what it seems.
Still run by ancient schemes.

And oh, it shows
On the faces of those that know.
Blood flows where the money's stowed
Try to get your hands on gold

But hey, why is anybody tryin'a see?

Spent two years of my life in a foreign land,
Came home to find my mind still stuck in the sand.
Did things I never thought that I could do.
I had to tell myself "Did 'em all for you."

Oh it seems, nightmares have become of dreams.
Life ain't just what it seems,
Still run by ancient schemes.

And oh, it shows
On the faces of those who know.
Blood flows where the money's stowed.
Gotta get your hands on gold

But hey, when is anybody gonna see?