The Who - The Rock lyrics

Clear the battlefield and let me see

All the profit from our victory.

You talk of freedomstarving children fall.

Are you deaf when you hear the season’s call?

Were you there to watch the earth be scorched?

Did you stand beside the spectral torch?

Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face

Scattered on the ashes of disgrace.

Every blade is sharp; the arrows fly

We’re the victims of your armies’ lie

Where the blades of grass and arrows reign

Then there will be very little sorrow

Very little pain.

Confusion...will be my epitaph

As I cross a cracked and broken path

If we make itwe can all sit back and laugh.