Well here comes the cavalry in these crazy, crazy times,
To stop the house from leaning and forgive me of my crimes.
There’s water in the basement and a fire on the stairs,
There’s a man who’s poor and hungry and still no one really cares.

When the church bells ring tomorrow and I stand among the graves,
I need to befriend the lonely and liberate the slaves,
And your misunderstanding caused chaos in the ranks,
The slaves are free, the house upright, the cavalry gets the thanks.

And I’m alone in that churchyard mourning lost heroes and braves,
This loneliness is starving me in my tomb among those graves.