Busman's Holiday

Spent two years of my life in a foreign land
Came home to my own wife, had a different man
Saw fifteen sons and fathers lying on the ground
Just one click of my thumb, everybody’s down
Oh it seems that this had become a dream
Life ain’t just what it seems
Still run by ancient schemes
And oh, it shows
On the faces of those that know
Blood flows where the money’s stowed
Gotta get your hands?
But hey, what is anybody tryin’a say?
Spent two years of my life in a foreign land
Came home to find my mind still stuck in the sand
There are things I never thought that I could do
I had to tell myself «Did 'em all for you.»
Oh it seems that this had become a dream
Life ain’t just what it seems
Still run by ancient schemes
And oh, it shows
On the faces of those who know
Blood flows where the money’s stowed
Gotta get your hands?
But hey, what is anybody gonna say?