The Soldier, Disconsolate... Roger Waters

[Narrator]
The soldier, disconsolate, depressed, has left the village of his birth.
And wanders aimlessly about the countryside.
No longer feeling a connection with the earth, severed from his roots.
Like liquid on a hill, he takes the path of least resistance, no hope, no plan, until
One day, by chance, he stumbles upon the very man.
The cause of all his troubles, the bane of his whole life
Is right there at the roadside, nonchalantly leaning on a cane.
The soldier draws his bayonet and rushes to attack.
The Devil, quite unmoved, implacable,
Stands his ground and just stares back.

[Soldier]
Ah, Ha!!! You dirty cheat, it's you.
Defend yourself, you swine.
I'll teach you not to come between
Me and what is mine.

[Narrator]
He raises his bayonet to strike,
But his arm is magically stayed.
And the Devil, unblinking, unconcerned,
Makes no move at all to get out of the way.

[Devil]
So, it's me, OK, so, come on, why don't you attack!