Trojan Curfew

[Verse 1]
Greek gods are communing beneath the Doric arch
And they talk how small we humans are
They drink to Agamemnon, they toast his Pyhrric march
And wait for the sacrifices

[Chorus 1]
Shepherds herd in real time
Sheep are barley-grazing on a field of green
Vines ripen to find
Troy will prevail
Trojan curfew prevail

[Verse 2]
So we got smashed on Ios
Down around some Doric arch
And the trashed blonde Scandi
Mistook me for a Swede

Her slurred Medieval accent
Was like a puddle at my feet
You could see chopped tobacco in her teeth

[Chorus 2]
Flaccid waves converging
On a rock hard strip of concrete
Near a field of green
We sign Deutschmarks too fine
Aren't you too pale?
Does it hurt you?
So pale
Trojan curfew prevail