Dishonorable Discharge

Ô Holy is the crusade they launch
To clear the head of the maniac
Sealing the lips
They silenced the little devil
Biting the bit
It complied like a tamed animal
Wheel it in to the shrine
The needle filling in the line
The limbs were numbed
I wonder why
When you went to war
My flag was already high

Charge, clear, shock
The sarge you hear will raise his flock
It's the charge of the
Light Brigade
The treatment of choice for the renegade

A paper boat is drifting
On the stream of tears of oblivion
Carrying away
The dreams of the little children
Finding its way
To the bottom of the ocean
Neon light
And the sharp sheet of ice
They screened the gold
And left me the brown
Kicked the dead horse
When it was already down

Charge, clear, shock



Credits
Writer(s): Helen Ferguson, Julien Pras
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