So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell blue skies from Pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell
And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for chains?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage