Picture me at 12 - Annunciation Day 

To be sent off to the falklands 

That's for what I prayed 

And the beads moved through my fingers 

As I marched around the schoolyard on parade 

(And I wanted to believe every word I said) 

Captive from the start - you can't even find the door. 

Yes, eternal peace awaits 

But for now, you get eternal war 

And not even the government knows 

What the fuck it's for anymore 

So keep on praying to mary 

Virgin mother, cheatin' whore