when the war came
decemberists, the
with all the grain of babylon
and hidden here behind the walls
are shoulders wide and timber long
has grafted on to you and me
our trust put in the government
they told their lies as heaven sent
and the war came with a curse and a caterwaul
and the war came with all the poise of a cannonball
and they're picking out our eyes by coal and candlelight
we made our oath to vavilov
we'd not betray the solanum
to our own pangs of starvation
and the war came with a curse and a caterwaul
and the war came with all the poise of a cannonball
and they're picking out our eyes by coal and candlelight
with all the grain of babylon