Pharaoh's Daughter

Hold on, the recent exchange Is just another face arranged By the knife edge of time And just another waste of mine I wonder was that the Pharaoh's Daughter Or the wealth I still remember? We were dressed in uniforms left over from the war A tourniquet, an iron vest, our emblem was a star The younger ones looked frightened left unguarded by the clouds While sons of fire with trembling hands burned heroes to the ground I wonder, was that the famous daughter Of the well heeled revolving oh so fine? While we were building caskets For boys with leather jackets The girl's quite familiar