Turn around to watch all the same
You know (you're) simply a game
I see you've messed up your laughing head
I'll take you again and again
When you wake you're still in a dream
Not real though I love you unclean
I'm telling you you're a sick mind
You come back so fine, so fine
Know your smile is colder than ice
That will back you up real nice
But killing's hardly a weapon for you
Your wasted space is mine toThe King of Zor,
He called for a war,
And the King of Zam, he answered,
They fashioned their weapons one upon one,
Ton upon ton,
They called for war at the rise of the sun.
Out went the call,
To one and to all,
That echoed and rolled like the thunder,
Trumpets and drums, roar upon roar,
More upon more,
Rolling the call of: "Come now, to war!"
Throughout the night
They fashioned their might,
With right on the side of the mighty,
They puzzled their minds, plan upon plan,
Man upon man,
And at dying of dawn the great war began.
They met on the battlefield, banner in hand,
They looked out across the vacant land,
And they counted the missing, one upon one,
None upon none,
The war it was over before it begun.
Two little kings playing a game,
They gave a war and nobody came,
And nobody came,
And nobody came,
And nobody came,
Nobody came.