Just another soldier in a foreign land
Patroling the streets, made of sand,
Keeping the peace at the end of a sword,
trying to be a man that's worth his salt.
There's talk on the street of a new rebel leader
Revolution is in the Air
Betrayed by a kiss; at last we know his face
Our orders were crystal clear.

A fisherman's hands know well to use a knife,
Peter put my ear to the to the ground,
Cowering I bled, till I felt his hands
And a voice whispers in my head.

judas's Daughter , Oh Juliet
She was just like her father, oh Juliet.
Sycamore wings dancing in her eyes,
Gracefully falling from grace,
feathertips skim across the smooth surface
Of waves so fierce.