I was travellin' in a caravan Out across the desert sand Both batallions of the infantry Heading in towards the enemy Or at least what they're tellin' me Wind blowin' across a cross-eyed sun Shapes moving on the hills I'll picture you by a swimming pool Tell me baby am i still your man Fat kid in the scorin' land Foreign land I heard nothing but the sound of death I was pushed through the ground I woke up on a forest floor Looking up through a group of men Looking up at where the sun had been Sun had been Looking up at where the sun had been Looking up at where the sun had been Looking up at where the sun had been Looking up at where the sun had been