On the verge of war
Lying in a sweaty bed
Two lovers shield themselves
Tomorrow they might be dead

She was a soldier
From the other side
and I a lieutenant
Ready to fight but not ready to die
Disappeared in the morning
Like smoke in the wind
then the bombs started falling
I never saw her again

The wheels of time keep spinning
cnd the faces of hell keep grinning
cnd the assholes keep winning
but I'm depressed
cll I got left is a memory
Of the night I spent with the enemy
cll I got left is a memory
Of the night I spent with the enemy

Under Siege
In a foxhole east of town
Out numbered and terrified
Several soldiers down
I made a choice
It was fight or die
So I started charging
Threw a stick of dynamite

Just like magic
In some broken glass
I swear I saw her face
Right before the blast

The wheels of time keep spinning
cnd the faces of hell keep grinning
cnd the assholes keep winning
but I'm depressed
cll I got left is a memory
Of the night I spent with the enemy
cll I got left is a memory
Of the night I spent with the enemy

cll I got left is a memory
Of the night I spent with the enemy
cll I got left is a memory
Of the night I spent with the enemy