How bright are the fires of thought
In a chain of command?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
How bright is the medical torch
When it's put in our hand?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
My microbes and I
We can't wait to lay down and die
We realize that we must be spent
Like the cells that dissolve when a brainwave is sent
How bright are the fires of thought
In a chain of command?
How bright are the fires of thought
In a chain of command?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
How bright is the medical torch
When it's put in our hand?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
My blood group and me
A body of soldiers are we
To the wound we quickly flowed
And we fought with the weapons in our chemical code
How bright are the fires of thought
In a chain of command?