text: Could I have eggs, sausage, chips & beans and a tea?
  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?
  Did they get you to trade
  Your heroes for ghosts
  Hot ashes for trees
  Hot air for a cool breeze
  Cold comfort for change
  Did you exchange
  A walk-on part in the war
  For a lead role in a cage?
  How I wish, how I wish you were here
  Were just two lost souls, swimming in a fish bowl
  Year after year
  Running over the same old ground
  What have we found?
  The same old fears
  Wish you were here