Corb Lund Band - A Leader On Losing Control lyrics

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I tried my best to stop them, yes, I tried to make them wait<br />

And I appealed to their decency, show mercy on this day<br />

I issued them strong orders on pain of death and disarray<br />

But in the end they would not listen and raised their lances anyway<br />

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Men of no account they were, their breeding, crude and low<br />

With not a trace of wisdom, grace or virtue in their souls<br />

Yet trained them, long and hard I did to bend them to the crown<br />

To act as tools of justice, follow edict handed down<br />

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You see these were not militia men, a-fighting for their homes<br />

Nor fathers, sons nor husbands, sire, but foreigners on loan<br />

Mercenary killers, career soldiers to a man<br />

Lashing out with vengeance one cannot accept or understand<br />

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I could not instill the discipline, 'twas duty to inspire<br />

And they responded in the end to instincts of the basest kind<br />

Now on my knee before you here, I drop my eyes in shame<br />

Albeit little consolation, take my head for I'm to blame<br />

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Oh, so spoke a leader on losing control