We all came back from the war I wish somebody would tell me the score We raked old poseidon over the coals Shook his shells, shaved his shoals Where can a soldier fix himself a drink Forget the noise, forget the stink And the opium is running pretty low 'cause when the pain comes back, i don't want to know Across yonder ocean the natives are fierce Their ears are filled their teeth are pierced But it's not their spears that spill your breath They k** their enemies by loving them to d**h We were on some battlefield I felt something soft go through my shield I felt something warm enter my guts I was bleeding bad but there were no cuts They captured three of us, took us back to their village After a long long time i could decipher their language They worshipped baal, they worshipped the sun They worshipped the son of the evil one They were more than voracious, they s**ed our ambition They let me go on one condition That was when i came back to my native shore I tell you they don't want to play with us anymore But a part of me will never be free And the part that's free will never be me But a thing of love and beauty is in my head A message from my enemies, and here's what they said They said that love = hate And d**h = fate An enemy always = an adorer But priest = aura And life = time And time = space And space = sublime And human = race Oh and woman = man And pot = pan The fauna ought to equal the flora But priest = aura And beginning = the end The end always = the start But straight = bent The mind sometimes = the heart And you = me The land = the sea Richer = poorer And priest = aura