When the red stands for blood
And not hard Labours won
Will he look behind
And see what he's done?
Or tall will he stand?
In the face of mankind
Messiah to martyr
In his own mind

Throw me a Curveball
I'll bat you a lie
Marching on into war
And he won't bat an eye
One bullet, six chambers
And you know how to spin
Ready to shoot
But not ready to win

Send me three letters
I'll write you a lie
On the page in September
The woods in July
One lie, two chambers
And you know how to spin
The truth's on cards now
So shall we begin?