Wootton Bassett Town - Ian Anderson
Hourglass sands run through my veins
Like blood draining from a salty wound
Mad Mars forgets the cost of strife
Serves no longer purpose in my life
I lie in sweat cry others' tears
And write a letter to my Mum
My wife my God unheard unseen
Who never thinks to intervene
Oh what pain and oh what lie has
Called to us from heaven on high
This cruel and harsh sweet punishment
For follies acted leaves us spent
Long road to Baghdad
Then Persian hordes
Where will we stop to
Sheath our swords
IEDs lie patient sleeping
Wake when soldier boots come creeping
Hourglass sands run through
My veins like blood draining
From a salty wound
Mad Mars forgets the cost of strife
Serves no longer purpose in my life
Down this dusty scorched wind blast track
Eyes facing forward ne'er look back
As rain comes down on
Wootton Bassett Town black hearses
Crawl and church bells sound
Bikers burghers line the kerbs;
A politician a Highness Royal
Chance shoppers tradesmen
Stiffly stand and shed their
Tears for the military man