Remnants of an Army Lyrics

You crave the world but
Your war's not yet won.
Can you recall the story of
Doctor Brydon?

If pride is your flaw
I beg you to demure.
You were only ever really scared of mediocrity.
Bid a fatal retreat.

Join the death march
Through the Khyber Pass.
In time you'll have to admit that:
You're alone at last.
You're alone at last.

Don your suit.
Sail yachts.
Earn big money.
But that sweet fruit
Will rot
Inside your body.