Chain Of Command - XTC

How bright are the fires of thought

In a chain of command

How bright is the medical torch

When it’s put in our hand

My microbes and I Can’t wait to lay down and die

We realise that we must be spent

Like the cells that dissolve when a brainwave is sent

How bright are the fires of thought

In a chain of command

My bloodgroup and me A body of soldiers are we To the wound we quickly flowed

And we fought with the weapons in our

Chemical code

How bright are the fires of thought

In a chain of command