These are fine words you're saying, I know you mean them well
But this game of life we're playing is half in heaven, half in [bad word] And your ideals are to be envied like some little child's dream
But they crash around my aching head like rocks tumbling down a stream
  [bad word] You're the soldier of freedom and you're the fighter for peace
But you'd put the gun into my hand and signal up the guillotine's release
 
There's been a million years of trouble and there'll be a million more
And a million years of history, well you just cannot ignore
I wish I had your confidence in your own sweet humand kind
But the words are just the ashes of what all the others left behind [bad word]  
You can sing to me of bravery, of sacrifice and pain
And you know I'll listen carefully, that my heart feels  just the same
But your way is like the [bad word] of a worn wooden wheel
Your words are made from speeches your own innocence conceals [bad word]  
So you can say I'm tired, you say I am no use
You can say my courage fails me, but that's only half the [bad word] Oh it's love we all are needing, we've been fighting for too long
Now I'll lay down my weary pen and I will kindly move along [bad word]