My favorite son
Sent to the deep
Stones in his shoes
And hands tied
And sleeping the long sleep

Stand to my left
It's the place of honor
Strike the match through times of rain
Maybe we won't swing

So easy come
So easy go
We sharpen sticks and we throw stones

What a way to win a war
What a way to fight a battle
I've been faithful general
But I tire of this cause

I'm with the beast
That backs the birds
Can't pick a side now
I'm not sure
This evidence I've heard

When I see a love
That croak it's tune
There in its palace
I've fought self
The future spinning run

So easy come
Easy go
Pull out the arrow then let go

What a way to win a war
What a way to fight a battle
I've been faithful general
What were we fighting for

What a way to win a war
What a way to fight a battle
I've been faithful, loyal, carefull general please
What a way to win a war