The Disarming Smile - The World/Inferno Friendship Society

There is rest for the wicked, just cold in the extremities

Far from home, so far from home you can’t remember

You dream other people’s dreams, wake up in floods of where and what you are:

Propped up against beer cases that nobody wants but if you quit your only

severance will be this scar, so soldier on

Viper at my breast, twitch below my eye, soldier on

The left hand doesn’t care what the right hand is doing

The right hand can’t believe that the left hand is moving

I’m running a new kind of game, if I’m running in place again

Just a catch in my throat and a ringing in my ears to call my own

But if I quit my only severance will be this scar, so soldier on

Wind from my sails, the fire from my eyes, soldier on

You’ve got to never give up the joke, never fall down the stairs, soldier on,

soldier boy, soldier on

There’s no man behind that curtain, this won’t work if you’re not certain,

soldier on, soldier boy, soldier on…

And if you quit, your only severance will be this scar, soldier on

Viper at my breast, twitch below my eye, soldier on, soldier on

You’ve got to never give up the joke, never fall down the stairs, soldier on,

soldier boy, soldier on

There’s no man behind that curtain, this won’t work if you’re not certain,

soldier on, soldier boy, soldier on…

Never give up the joke, never fall down the stairs, soldier on, soldier boy,

soldier on