The Disarming Smile

There is rest for the wicked, just cold in the extremities
Far from home, so far from home you can’t remember
You dream other people’s dreams, wake up in floods of where and what you are:
Propped up against beer cases that nobody wants but if you quit your only
severance will be this scar, so soldier on
Viper at my breast, twitch below my eye, soldier on
The left hand doesn’t care what the right hand is doing
The right hand can’t believe that the left hand is moving
I’m running a new kind of game, if I’m running in place again
Just a catch in my throat and a ringing in my ears to call my own
But if I quit my only severance will be this scar, so soldier on
Wind from my sails, the fire from my eyes, soldier on
You’ve got to never give up the joke, never fall down the stairs, soldier on,
soldier boy, soldier on
There’s no man behind that curtain, this won’t work if you’re not certain,
soldier on, soldier boy, soldier on…
And if you quit, your only severance will be this scar, soldier on
Viper at my breast, twitch below my eye, soldier on, soldier on
You’ve got to never give up the joke, never fall down the stairs, soldier on,
soldier boy, soldier on
There’s no man behind that curtain, this won’t work if you’re not certain,
soldier on, soldier boy, soldier on…
Never give up the joke, never fall down the stairs, soldier on, soldier boy,
soldier on