Battle Cries

I'm at the brink, don't laugh (The wrinkles and bricks that we're left with at last)

At the winks I've masked (And drink will fix all those questions unasked)

(Who died...) Who'll save you when you fall? (...and made you king of it all?)

Who wins this war? You've a knack (Now the wind is so warm on the back of my neck)

For applause from the back of the stalls but you lack (As I walk with the sun hand in hand from the wreck)