The old trooper sits in his corner
 as usual
Sipping neat whiskey and half a beer
Drowning with endless stories
Anyone lucky or unlucky enough to sit 
near

He tells of falling candles
And how of in the dark
A man’s shoot when it did not open
Flickered like a spark

Many times he would land safely
Then pause and look to the sky
There he would see a flickering light
And know a man was about to die

And what causes did they die for?
For democracy the trooper would roar
And I see people are dying again
Beneath the Tory reign

For he compares the unemployed 
millions
To those who died in the war
And he wanders to himself
Is this what I was fighting for

The old trooper now talks of revolution
As he looks up to the skies again
And wanders how many candles will
 fall
Before democracy again does reign