Saint Sophia's Infirmary

This cot may be my final resting place.
Everytime I close my eyes, I see the light,
Then I hear the cries next to me,
Yeah, we got another one, Doc.
I know that I got holes all over,
But what really hurts is my ears,
What really stings is my eyes,
This place really is quite a sight...
And I swear that my insides aren't workin' quite right.

Chorus
Have you been to Saint Sophia's?
What once was white will surely turn red,
What once was live will surely be dead.
Have you been to Saint Sophia's?

Oh yeah, stitch me up and save my blood,
I'll need it for the journey back home.
I'm leavin' these crying men behind,
But I'm keepin' these dying soldiers in my mind.
Pull these bullets from my body,
I gotta look nice for Mama when I step off that plane.
Well I guess you can't reach em all,
And that's just fine cause I'll have a story to tell,
Not like the fellas already in Hell.

Chorus

Now that you say so, I feel pretty good.
Chompin' down on this leather bit,
Sure it keeps me from screaming loud,
While the surgeon like a seamstress,
Sows me up nice with a pretty pattern.
I close my eyes as he finishes up my back,
These holes will whistle in the wind,
They'll harmonize sweetly like a violin.
Now it's just my time to get back home.

Have you been to Saint Sophia's?
Have you been to Saint Sophia's?
No, no, you're not a ghost.
I said no, no...
You're not a ghost.