Pharaoh's Daughter - Secret Machines

Hold on, the recent exchange

Is just another face arranged

By the knife edge of time

And just another waste of mine

I wonder, ahh

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

Is it true?

I wonder, ahhh

Was that the famous daughter

Of the well-heeled revolving oh-so-fine?

While we were building caskets

For boys in leather jackets

The girl’s quite familiar