In the midst of light and happy,

Crowns and jewels are handed to all,

All smiles as the general comes down this way,

Giddy and joyful at the oast war,

But sad that comrades and friends left this world,

So astride we stand as the general nears,

Await thy turn, await thy turn,

But out of nowhere he stops,

And leaves the rest of us in despair,

Coz the crowns are over as the sun sets,

So is await thy turn sufficient,

Or a revolt to require a rematch,

Because I know I did my best,

So give me the damn jewels.