Terrence Mann - War is a science (New Broadway Cast Recording) lyrics

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Terrence Mann - War is a science (New Broadway Cast Recording) lyrics

[CHARLEMAGNE] War is a science Which a general must use With stratagems and strategies Statistical an*lyses To know how many soldiers he's Prepared to lose... [spoken] Now, gentlemen This is the plan for tomorrow's skirmish The army of the enemy is stationed on the hill So we've got to draw them down here Where they're easier to k** So you in the ravine (that's this area in green) Will move across the plain Where you plainly can be seen Then the enemy (in blue) Will undoubtedly pursue And we'll hope to keep your losses To comparatively few... And then... [SOLDIERS] And then... [CHARLEMAGNE] And gentlemen, and then... [PIPPIN] And then the man go marching Out into the fray Conquering the enemy and Carrying the day Hark! The blood is pounding in our ears Jubilations!We can hear a Grateful nation's cheers [CHARLEMAGNE] [spoken] Pippin, sit down immediately! Now where was I? Oh, yes... A general accepts that war Is hell or even worse He must never be too cautious Or casualty averse I'm certain the majority Of blood that you will spatter'll Be theirs, with just a minimum Of damage that's collateral But we know for success We must always pay a price That's why for my success You must sacrifice! And then... [SOLDIERS] And then... [CHARLEMAGNE] And gentlemen, and then... [PIPPIN] And then the men go marching out into the fray [CHARLEMAGNE] Pippin! [PIPPIN] Sorry, Father [CHARLEMAGNE] [spoken] Well, now time is short I'll have to speed the whole damn thing up... Listen to me, men, as I endeavor to explain What separates a charlatan from a Charlemagne A rule that's known to generals illustrious and various Though pompous as a Pompey or daring as a Darius A little rule that ev'ry leader knows by heart: It's smarter to be lucky than it's lucky to be smart And then... [SOLDIERS] And then... [CHARLEMAGNE] And gentlemen, and then... Now, Pippin, now! [SOLDIERS] And then the men go marching out into the fray Conquering the enemy and carrying the day Hark! The blood is pounding in our ears Jubilations! We can hear a grateful nation's cheers...