Corb Lund - A Leader On Losing Control Lyrics
And I appealed to their decency show mercy on this dayI issued them strong orders on pain of death and disarrayBut in the end they would not listen and raised their lances anywayMen of no account they were, their breeding crude and lowWith not a trace of wisdom, Grace or virtue in their soulsYet trained them long and hard I did to bend them to the crownTo act as tools of justice, follow edict handed downYou see these were not militia men, a-fighting for their homesNor fathers, sons nor husbands, sire, but foreigners on loanMercenary killers, career soldiers to a manLashing out with vengeance one cannot accept or understandI could not instill the discipline 'twas duty to inspireAnd they responded in the end to instincts of the basest kindNow on my knee before you here, I drop my eyes in shameAlbeit little consolation take my head for I'm to blameO, so spoke the leader on losing control