In times of war
I love the battle when in its beginning
I march in parade, I drink tequila martini
The touch of my gun and the thought of me winning
That when I imagine the white flag of surrender
I’m so happy I begin to cry

But I am so tired
Of the ambush and then the explosions
Of me not sleeping, my health in erosion
Even my faithful caballo Mendoza
He unhappy I may die and he left alone
I’m so sad I begin to cry

I want our cause to be, just like the rose, we watch it grow
But I find our cause to be, we always reap before we sow
I’m on my knees, I am begging please to go back home
Please stop fighting (the revolution)

In times of romance
I love the battle when in its beginning
We watch a parade then get drunk on martinis
She touches my gun, I think I am winning
And when I imagine that she might surrender
I’m so happy I begin to cry

But I am so tired
Of the ambush and then our explosions
Of me not sleeping, my health in erosion
Even my faithful perro Espinoza
He unhappy she may kill me and he left alone
I’m so sad I begin to cry

Please stop fighting! …
I want our love to be just like the rose …

(flamingo guitar riff intro from George Knoll)