l So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell?
l Blue skys from pain? Can you tell a green field,
l from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
l Do you think you can tell?
l And did they get you to trade your heros for ghosts?
l Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
l Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange,
l a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
l NOCH 98 TAGE!