She's got eyes like a battlefield nursenThe kind that keep you calmnWhen all around you things are getting worse, ohnShe's got eyes like a battlefield nursenThe kind that keep you calmnWhen all around you things are getting worse, ohnnDying all around menCan I save but one or twonHe reaches out to touch menIt's the last thing he'll ever donnSometimes I feel like a battlefield nursenIt's a role that I was born fornAnd did not need to rehearsenThey say: Lady, tell me, how bad is it?nThey grimace and cursenAnd I say: Don't worry soldiernThings could be a whole lot worse,nOh, I hold his body and wondernWas this comfort that I gave?nI felt him drowning in menHe believed he was being savednSo I told him I am not the battlefield nursenI have never saved a soldiernAnd the war keeps getting worsenThere is no kindness to be found herenThese eyes are just a cursenThe nursemaid is a liarnShe's the chauffeur of your hearsennShe's got eyes like a battlefield nursenThe kind that keep you calmnWhen all around you things are getting worsennShe's got eyes like a battlefield nursenThe kind that keep you calmnWhen all around younAll around younAll around younThings arenGettingnWorsenNo