[bad word] home after a long, long [bad word] home after a dozen of a [bad word] home after a long, long [bad word] home after a dozen of wars

We are out of wind
We have pockmarked chin
We have lots of water
We turn the other cheek and we win

One thousand stories and there's always more
We've been offered one more lap to go
In my hand I hold a key
It's dear to me 'cause I know where it leads

We are out of wind
We have pockmarked chin
We have all this water
We turn the other cheek with a grin