Pharaoh's Daughter (Secret Machines)

Hold on! The recent exchange Is just another face arranged By the knife edge of time And just another waste of mine I wonder Was that the Pharaoh's Daughter Or the wealth I still remember? We were dressed in uniforms left over from the war A tourniquet, an iron vest, our emblem was a star The younger ones looked frightened Left unguarded by the clouds While sons of fire with trembling hands Burned heroes to the ground I wonder Was that the famous daughter Of the well-heeled revolving oh-so-fine? While we were building caskets For boys with leather jackets The girl's quite familiar