Busman's Holiday

Spent two years of my life in a foreign land

Came home to my own wife, had a different man

Saw fifteen sons and fathers lying on the ground

Just one click of my thumb and everybody's down

Oh, it seems that this had become a dream

Life ain't just what it seems

Still run by ancient schemes

And oh, it shows on the faces of those that know

Blood flows where the money's stowed

Try to get your hands on gold

But hey, what is anybody trying to say?

Spent two years of my life in a foreign land

Came home to find my mind still stuck in the sand

There are things I never thought that I could do

I had to tell myself, did 'em all for you

Oh, it seems that this had become a dream

Life ain't just what it seems

Still run by ancient schemes

And oh, it shows on the faces of those who know

Blood flows where the money's stowed

Gotta get your hands on gold

But hey, what is anybody gonna say?