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Hull |
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Talk about the last war, the past war, the one before |
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I wanna salute the troops and what is more |
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I'd like to toast a drink to the stink of the semaphore |
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I wanna parade on the graves of the gone before. |
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We were all together then, officers and gentlemen |
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Prisoners and pressmen, hound dogs and yellow men |
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Three million dead or more, what a score |
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With God on your side you'll never loose another war. |
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But don't despair, there's more to come |
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Make your repairs, re-skin your drum |
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And I'll guarantee World War Three |
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Will be the biggest show you've ever seen. |
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The Russians are coming, I can feel it in my piss |
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Better get out your gun, set your sights and don't miss |
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Better break out a bottle, make a toast to the past |
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If it don't taste like vodka, you'd better make it last. |
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But don't despair, there's more to come |
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Make your repairs, re-skin your drum |
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And I'll guarantee World War Three |
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Will be the biggest show you've ever seen. |
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But don't despair, there's more to come |
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Make your repairs, re-skin your drum |
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And I'll guarantee World War Three |
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Will be the biggest show you've ever seen. |
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What's this I see ? There's still foliage on the tree |
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Someone said hello, it was surely meant for me |
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Hello, I replied, feeling strange inside |
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He took me by the hand and he whispered an aside. |
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It's alright, don't let it worry your head |
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War is over now but unfortunately you are dead. |
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But don't despair, there's more to come |
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Come on make your repairs, re-skin your drum |
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And I'll guarantee World War Three |
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Will be the biggest show you've ever seen. |
