An Ode to the Odious
oh helen your beauty cost a million men their life see the bloody dead and hear their cry the sun fade out at dawn yet it live anew each day but for the mother back at home the memory be all that stay oh but helen you do n't care the war for you be fair for you be the morning and the evening star mary antoinette the king's own darling one silk dress be the new thing summer palace just for fun woman beg in the street grovel for scrap of bread wrench cry amist the din my son my son be dead oh mary you do n't care for you it's just a game live or die it's all the same odious ruler with iron grip deep call out to deep luxery's lap be not exempt what you sow you're sure to reap you forget the hungry eye the battlefield of blood too busy with your own affair to dare to face the mud sin be not forget the dead demand a price my question be to you this day why could n't you just be nice