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Soldier, Soldier will you fight for me march away with your fife and drum?
How can I fight for Truth and Liberty,
when I've got no boots to put on
I've got no boots to put on.
So off they went to the big old chest as fast as they could run
And they brought him a pair of the finest leather boots
and the soldier put them on.
The soldier put them on.
And the carpenter from Galilee hung from the crucifixion tree
Gazing down with dying eyes at the soldiers there below
Who laughed and swore and threw their dice
as the prophet they called Jesus Christ
With his dying breath prayed for the soldiers souls
As they gambled for his torn and bloody robe
Soldier, Soldier will you fight for me, march away with your fife and drum?
Oh how can I fight for Truth and Liberty, when I've got no coat to put on.
I've got no coat to put on.
So off they went to the big old chest as fast as they could run
And they brought him a coat of the finest cloth and the soldier put it on.
The soldier put it on.
Abraham's children burned and died in the flames of genocide
In the ovens of the Death Camps six million souls were lost
For six years Mercy hid her face while the soldiers of the Master Race
Goose-stepped madly through the Holocaust
On their arms they wore a crooked cross
Soldier, Soldier will you fight for me, march away with your fife and drum?
Oh how can I fight for Truth and Liberty, when I've got no hat to put on.
I've got no hat to put on.
So off they went to the big old chest as fast as they could run
And they brought him a hat with a white cockade and the soldier put it on.
The soldier put it on.
The People's Poet heard the death drum beat
in the sound of the soldiers' marching feet
In Triumph and in Hate they came, their promise to fulfill
Before they murdered him they cut off his hands
and thought they'd crushed the song he sang
But it was only the man the soldiers killed
The song, ah the song is living still
Soldier, Soldier will you fight for me, march away with your fife and drum?
Oh how can I fight for Truth and Liberty, when I've got no sword to put on.
I've got no sword to put on.
So off they went to the big old chest as fast as they could run
And they brought him a bright and shining sword and the soldier put it on.
The soldier put it on.
Soldier, Soldier since time began we've put the weapons in your hands
While you kill at our commands we pretend our hands are clean
Dressed in the Patriot's bloody rags, we chant our slogans, wave our flags
Like children in a dark and threatening dream
Trying to scare away the shadows of our screams
Soldier, Soldier you frighten me
In all your blind brutality
Behind the soldier's mask I see
A man-just like me.
How can I fight for Truth and Liberty,
when I've got no boots to put on
I've got no boots to put on.
So off they went to the big old chest as fast as they could run
And they brought him a pair of the finest leather boots
and the soldier put them on.
The soldier put them on.
And the carpenter from Galilee hung from the crucifixion tree
Gazing down with dying eyes at the soldiers there below
Who laughed and swore and threw their dice
as the prophet they called Jesus Christ
With his dying breath prayed for the soldiers souls
As they gambled for his torn and bloody robe
Soldier, Soldier will you fight for me, march away with your fife and drum?
Oh how can I fight for Truth and Liberty, when I've got no coat to put on.
I've got no coat to put on.
So off they went to the big old chest as fast as they could run
And they brought him a coat of the finest cloth and the soldier put it on.
The soldier put it on.
Abraham's children burned and died in the flames of genocide
In the ovens of the Death Camps six million souls were lost
For six years Mercy hid her face while the soldiers of the Master Race
Goose-stepped madly through the Holocaust
On their arms they wore a crooked cross
Soldier, Soldier will you fight for me, march away with your fife and drum?
Oh how can I fight for Truth and Liberty, when I've got no hat to put on.
I've got no hat to put on.
So off they went to the big old chest as fast as they could run
And they brought him a hat with a white cockade and the soldier put it on.
The soldier put it on.
The People's Poet heard the death drum beat
in the sound of the soldiers' marching feet
In Triumph and in Hate they came, their promise to fulfill
Before they murdered him they cut off his hands
and thought they'd crushed the song he sang
But it was only the man the soldiers killed
The song, ah the song is living still
Soldier, Soldier will you fight for me, march away with your fife and drum?
Oh how can I fight for Truth and Liberty, when I've got no sword to put on.
I've got no sword to put on.
So off they went to the big old chest as fast as they could run
And they brought him a bright and shining sword and the soldier put it on.
The soldier put it on.
Soldier, Soldier since time began we've put the weapons in your hands
While you kill at our commands we pretend our hands are clean
Dressed in the Patriot's bloody rags, we chant our slogans, wave our flags
Like children in a dark and threatening dream
Trying to scare away the shadows of our screams
Soldier, Soldier you frighten me
In all your blind brutality
Behind the soldier's mask I see
A man-just like me.
envoyé par Alessandro - 6/11/2008 - 11:07
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