I wish somebody would tell me the score
        We raked old Posiedon over the coals
        Shook his shells, shaked his shoals
        Where can a soldier fix himself a drink
        Forget the noise, forget the stink
        And the opium is running pretty low
        'Cause when the pain comes back, I don't want to know
        Across yonder ocean the natives are fierce
        Their ears are filled their teeth are pierced
        But it's not their spears that spill your breath
        They kill their enemies by loving them to death
        We were on some battlefield
        I felt something soft go through my shield
        I felt something warm enter my guts
        I was bleeding bad but there were no cuts
        They captured three of us, took us back to their village
        After a long long time I could decipher their language
        They worshipped Baal, they worshipped the sun
        They worshipped the son of the evil one
        They were more than voracious, they sucked our ambition
        They let me go on one condition
        That was when I came back to my native shore
        I tell you they don't want to play with us anymore
        But a part of me will never be free
        And the part that's free will never be me
        But a thing of love and beauty is in my head
        A message from my enemies, and here's what they said
        They said that love = hate
        And death = fate
        An enemy always = an adorer
        But priest = aura
        And life = time
        And time = space
        And space = sublime
        And human = race
        Oh and woman = man
        And pot = pan
        The fauna ought to equal the flora
        But priest = aura
        And beginning = the end
        The end always = the start
        But straight = bent
        The mind sometimes = the heart
        And you = me
        The land = the sea
        Richer = poorer
        And priest = aura