The other night, a firefight   Bursts of sewing machine gun fire   From your postition   Barricaded behind the piano      I return with small arms   Stuttered shots from typewriter keys      And yet in the silence    Between the volley   The hearts of weary camps   Sing to each other:      "However faintly   As we each seek to claim   Disputed territory"      The us beneath the other (x4)      The us beneath the other    Which is rich   In natural resources (x3)