My favourite son sent to the deep
Stones in his shoes and hands tied and sleeping the long sleep
Stand to my left, it's the place of honour
Strike the match through times of rain, maybe we won't swing
So easy come, so easy go, we sharpen sticks and we throw stones
What A Way To Win A War, what a way to fight a battle
I've been faithful general but I tire of this cause
I'm with the beast that backs the birds
Can't pick a side now, I'm not sure this evidence I've heard
When I see a love that croak its tune
There in its palace I've fought self, the future spinning run
So easy come, easy go, we light the arrow then let go
What A Way To Win A War, what a way to fight a battle
I've been faithful general, what were we fighting for
What A Way To Win A War, what a way to fight a battle
I've been faithful, loyal, careful general please - What A Way To Win A War