Th' applause of list'ning senates to command,
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You—
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
When the evening is spread out against the sky
On the anvil hammering,
Brute heart of a brute like you.
The hunt sweeps out upon the plain
The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
Vaulting the sea, the prairies' dreaming sod,
Th' applause of list'ning senates to command,
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You—
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
When the evening is spread out against the sky
On the anvil hammering,
Brute heart of a brute like you.
The hunt sweeps out upon the plain
The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
Vaulting the sea, the prairies' dreaming sod,