THE WAR HORSE
I
am the war horse
You
think you know me
I
gather bombs and heavy artillery
I
am the war horse
I
overreact frequently
I'm
determined to ward
my
precious property
I am the
war horse
Tied
to a hanging tree
My
favourite hobby nowadays is drinking heavily
I am the
war horse
Of
vanished calvary
I
got a loaded gun, you should be afraid of me
But you're
not
Does
it mean I'm still sane
You're
in my sight
I
forgot what was your name
I am the
war horse
And
where's my enemy
Sometimes
I dream that I walk
Through
the woods and
Many
evil eyes are watching me
I
am the war horse
Nobody
calls me
I
stay at home in the evening counting bullets
Communication's
in trouble
But
still you're next to me
I'am
the war horse, you should be afraid of me
But you're not
Does
it mean I'm still sane
If
I'm alright
Why
do I feel this blame
Thank you, good
night
I
got wash my hands again
Yes
I'm alright
Or
we're pretty much the sane
I am the war
horse
And where's my enemy
I got a loaded gun, you should be afraid of me
Thank you, good
night
I got to wash my hands again
Yes I'm alright or we're pretty much the same
(M. Petrak)