Dall'album "Thank You Christ For The Bomb" del 1970.
Soldier, fix your bayonet before the enemy come,
'Cos you won't have time, when they start to climb the hill, y'know.
Soldier, when you see 8,000 climbin' up on you,
Don't see them as men, just see them as enemies of the king, y'know.
Soldier, Don't think of runnin', your death is just as sure.
If you don't face it now, you'll face it anyhow in front of the squad, y'know.
Soldier, stand firm in your trenches, don't let them break the line.
Because these dirty Hun are all bastard whore'sons not fit to live, don't you know.
'Cos you won't have time, when they start to climb the hill, y'know.
Soldier, when you see 8,000 climbin' up on you,
Don't see them as men, just see them as enemies of the king, y'know.
Soldier, Don't think of runnin', your death is just as sure.
If you don't face it now, you'll face it anyhow in front of the squad, y'know.
Soldier, stand firm in your trenches, don't let them break the line.
Because these dirty Hun are all bastard whore'sons not fit to live, don't you know.
inviata da Renato Stecca - 23/1/2010 - 18:28
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