Oh, my stars that fall like ashen Memories amidst the trees Then burst like leper sunsets On the shore In English town my sweetheart weeps And how I would prefer To be counting sheep than fighting In the war Now lunatic and fire pistol deep into my brain Once more into the breach, into the fray Insane, I see the rough-house boys descend onto the green The candle burns the hours that light the day But now I am the undergrowth And still I would prefer To be leaving hell and travelling Far away In short, the village ignorants Are plundering my town It's a savage heart that beats them On their way So lunatic and fire your pistol deep into my brain Once more into the breach, into the fray Again I see the rough house-boys descend onto my green The candle burns the hours that light the day But safe in this uniform In no other way Cast out and destitute Ridden once with violence Now I decay But long ago I had a friend, honey And sound and fury was his game With pure contempt for any picture, honey Just dedication to the frame No stomach for the fighting No fear of cannon fire So, lunatic, just fire your pistol there