: Tell me true tell me why was Jesus crucified is it for this that daddy died? was it for you? was it me? did I watch too much t.v.? Is that a hint of
: When you're one of the few to land on your feet what do you do to make ends meet? teach make them mad, make them sad, make them add two and two make
: Button your lip don't let the shield slip take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask and if they try to break down your disguise with their questions
: Brezhnev took afghanistan begin took Beirut galtieri took the union jack and maggie over lunch one day took a cruiser with all hands apparently to
his dream is driving me insane in the corner of some foreign field the gunner sleeps tonight whats done is done we cannot just write off his final scene
the curtain down I held the blade in trembling hands prepared to make it but just then the phone rang I never had the nerve to make the final cut
of the poppy fields and graves and when the fight was over we spent what they had made but in the bottom of our hearts we felt the final cut
: Jesus, Jesus what's it all about trying to clout these little ingrates into shape when I was their age all the lights went out there was no time to
: Fuck all that we've got to get on with these got to compete with the whily japanese there's too many home fires burning and not enough trees so fuck
and boys in the fletcher memorial home for colonial wasters of life and limb is everyone in? are you having a nice time? now the final solution can be
hear their voices and you'll never see their faces you have no recourse to the law anymore and as the windshield melts my tears evaporate leaving only charcoal to defend finally
: They flutter behind you your possible pasts some brighteyed and crazy some frightened and lost a warning to anyone still in command of their possible
' boys In the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial Wasters of life and limb Is everyone in? Are you having English time? (Big guy) Now final solution
tear the curtain down I held the blade in trembling hands Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang I never had the nerve to make the final cut
dream is driving me insane In the corner of some foreign field the gunner sleeps tonight What's done is done We cannot just write off this final scene
Jesus Jesus what's it all about trying to clout these little ingrates into shape when i was their age all the lights went out there was no time to whine
Get your filthy hands off my desert! What he say? Brezhnev took Afghanistan Begin took Beirut Galtieri took the Union Jack And Maggie over lunch one
of the poppy fields and graves When the fight was over We spent what they had made But in the bottom of our hearts We felt the final cut
