Field Commander Cohen has sent me with some ammunition random shots And will you kneel beside this bed That we polished so long ago Before your master chose instead To make my bed of snow Your eyes are wild and your knuckles are red And you re speaking far too low I can t make out what your master said Before he made you go Why don t you try to forget him Just open up your dainty little hand You know this life is filled with many sweet companions Many satisfying one night stands Then let me start again I cried Please let me start again I want a face this time I want a spirit that is cal Oh no! the m got jammed in the barrel!