I was a sculptor I worked in marble, stone, and clay And I've crafted some treasures in my day I was a painter Oils was my trade And oil fueled lifetime's worth of flames When the war came Everyone's eyes all looked the same Hot with fear, regret and shame Among them, not a name I built the bridges And I the trains Between us, put a tap on mother nature's veins And he, the logger He, the chief of police And he, the sole, acknowledged master of the feast When the war came Everyone's eyes all looked the same Hot with fear, revenge and tears Among them, not a name I sang of battle I was its balladeer I sang of more blood and bone than I can bear to hear And we were brothers That time is past But I will spare your life until the last When the war comes, we all deny where we were from Hot with loneliness and rum Suddenly ripe with age When the war came Everyone's eyes all looked the same Hot with fear, regret and tears Among them, not a name