Leslie Fish - The Winners A d**h-Bed lyrics

What the moral? Who rides may read. When the night is thick and the tracks are blind A friend at a pinch is a friend, indeed, But a fool to wait for the laggard behind. Down to Gehenna or up to the Throne, He travels the fastest who travels alone. White hands cling to the tightened rein, Slipping the spur from the booted heel, Tenderest voices cry "Turn again!" Red lips tarnish the scabbarded steel, High hopes faint on a warm hearth-stone-- He travels the fastest who travels alone. One may fall but he falls by himself-- Falls by himself with himself to blame. One may attain and to him is pelf-- Loot of the city in Gold or Fame. Plunder of earth shall be all his own Who travels the fastest and travels alone. Wherefore the more be ye helped and stayed, Stayed by a friend in the hour of toil, Sing the heretical song I've made-- His be the labour and yours the spoil. Win by his aid and the aid disown-- He travels the fastest who travels alone! ------------------------- "This is the State above the Law. The State exists for the State alone." [ This is a gland at the back of the jaw, And an answering lump by the collar-bone.] Some die shouting in gas or fire; Some die silent, by shell and shot. Some die desperate, caught on the wire; Some die suddenly. This will not. "Regis suprema voluntas Lex" [ It will follow the usual course of throats.] Some die pinned by the broken decks, Some die sobbing between the boats. Some die eloquent, pressed to d**h By the sliding trench as their friends can hear. Some die totally in half a breath. Some—give trouble for half a year. "There is neither Evil nor Good in life Except as the needs of the State ordain." [ Since it's rather too late for the knife, All we can do is to mask the pain.] Some die saintly in faith and hope— Some die thus in the prison-yard— Some die broken by rape or the rope; Some die easily. This dies hard. "I will dash to pieces who bar my way. Woe to the traitor! Woe to the weak!" [ Let him write what he wishes to say. It tires him out if he tries to speak.] Some die quietly. Some abound In loud self-pity. Others spread Bad morale through the cots around. This is a type that is better dead. "The war was forced on me by my foes. All that I sought was the right to live." [ Don't be afraid of a triple dose; The pain will neutralize half we give. Here are the needles. See that he dies While the effects of the drug endure. What is the question he asks with his eyes?— Yes, All-Highest, to God, be sure.]