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[or A young Mr Polly takes the train] So we lie and wait for dreaded and demanding down Come wrest us from our safe and sleepy beds Over by the windown lie the raiment and the weapons That we need to take into this world today Armoured by opinion, with statistic and schoolboy's charm We take our plce amongst the rank and file Young and proud and free, we are the 'gilded youth' The chosen 'few' The vanguard of our generation here Marching out in the battle, after the glory in this enterprise Likes pieces on a board, we're pushed around As cannons roar and missiles fly, into this melee we are thrown We dearly learn survival has her price Now profit is a noble cause, we're honourbound to follow on Believing 'Good' and 'Right' are on our side Will we be remembered in dispatches or in legends long Will our story often be retold ? But dragons slain in PC games just can't assuage, you anger reigns, You struggle on in spite of all you learn, Baffled by their industry and bold commercial wizzardry The young crusader's beaten by the game SongtexteYet in a quiet shade of evening when I lay me down And relive all the struggles we have made A smile creeps cross the lace that bears the scars of war time can't erase, I loosen off my grip and fade away I loosen off my grip and fade away I loosen off my grip and fade away I loosen off my grip and fade away I finaly close my eyes and fade away Aus Songtexte Mania