i was your pow last night you had taken me prisoner in the dark of the night and fed me your propaganda meant to insight i admit that morning i was not the same i was full of ideas about keeping you name close to my heart as i enter my war games and someday you ll write rhetoric in books wooing all of the nations daughters and sons you ll bring you looks and i ll bring the guns and we ll take this town banging on our revolution drums you were so brilliant as well as a curse you kept me complicit even when it heart i d stand with my head up praising your holly berth now there s blood in my streets and in my factories and my terrified people are giving you please but you ll never let up on slowly killing me and someday you ll write rhetoric in books wooing all of the nations daughters and sons you ll bring you looks and i ll bring the guns and we ll take this town banging on our revolution drums