It's after hours in Cairo
A punch drunk parade
As we dance through the shadows
The band starts to play
And our girls by the radio
So far away
Our fortunes were held by the sound
We laughed as new friends bought the rounds
That we raised up the walls of Babel on
It's after hours in Cairo
A cross to be borne
And our pride holds the baton
Turns laughter to scorn
And our light turns to leaden
We fall out of doors
Draw lines through the maps
And take to the stand
While always retreating
But the medals and flags were lost in the sand
The music's long gone from round here
The corps disa**embled
And our crimes are weighed
As the band starts to fade
And we fall in the wake of the parade