Who are these ones who would lead us now   To the sound of a thousand guns   Storm the gates of hell itself   To the tune of a single drum      Where are the girls of the neighborhood bars   Whose love's were lost at sea   In the hills of France and on German soil   From Saigon to wounded knee      Who come from long lines of soldiers   Whose duty was fulfilled   In the words of a warriors will   And protocol      Where are the boys in their coats of blue   Who flew when their eyes were blind   Was God in town for the Roman games   Was He there when the deals were signed      Who are the kings in their coats of mail   Who rode by the cross to die   Did they all go down into worthiness   Is it wrong for a king to cry      And who are these ones who would have us now   Whose presence in concealed   Whose nature is revealed   In a time bomb      And last of all you old sea dogs   Who travel after whale   You'd storm the gates of hell itself   For the taste of a mermaids tail      Who come from long lines of skippers   Whose duty was fulfilled   In the words of a warriors will   And protocol