The Duel – Carbon/Silicon – letras

Now, Wellington and WinchilseaWait to fight a duelA difference of opinionOver papal ruleSeconds polished firearmsIn the morning coolAnd muzzled downThe pistol ballsWith the wire woolLate for his appointmentWinchilsea had to runHe tripped over a branchAnd discharged his gunThe year was 1829 on March 21A curt bow with apologyProbably would have doneThe EarlHe fired into the airThe DukeFired to the groundAnd honourWas seen to be servedBy all those aroundPistols at dawnOn Battersea DownJust a silly argumentOver pope and crownBut the DukeHe looked too longAt the skyAs the ball descendedAnd the EarlWas hit by the ricochetAnd his life was endedA peppered coatA bent, cocadeBut not a fatal shotHe slapped a manAcross the faceAnd this is what he gotThe Duke’sA national heroThe EarlDidn’t want his bloodSeconds applied tourniquetsTo stem the deadly floodThe Earl saidWith his dying breathAs he lay down in the mudI think I just shotThe prime ministerMy LordThe moral if there is oneAs you step the paces tenThey used to do thingsSo differently back thenNow you can’t shootThe prime ministerEven by mistakeBut stillThere’s a challengeThat I would like to make