Taking bets on both the sides,

money gained in loans for lives,

blood & tears 4 charts like pies,

raise the bar up to the sky.

Leave those soldiers alone.


And there’s a fight in my own head,

but no one ever dies up there,

the Devil wars & God transcends;

dirty faces in cots for beds.

Leave those soldiers alone.


And maybe one day when pigs fly,

there will be no suits & ties,

pack your briefcase it’s time to go,

Leave those soldiers alone.

They will leave them alone…


Maybe when pigs fly.

No more suits & ties,

behind the field,

where the killings real,

maybe when pigs fly.

And they’ll hold onto

conscientious views,

maybe when pigs fly.