Man, she punched me like a dude

Hold your mad hands, I cried

'tis a pity she was a whore

'tis my curse, I suppose

That was patrol

That was patrol

This is the war.

Black struck the kiss, she kept my cock

Smote the mistress, drifting on

'tis a pity she was a whore

She stole my purse, with rattling speed

That was patrol

This is the war

'tis a pity she was a whore.

'tis a pity she was a whore.

Man, she punched me like a dude

Hold your mad hands, I cried

'tis a pity she was a whore

'tis my face, I suppose

That was patrol

That was patrol

'tis a pity she was a whore.