Letras:
Rifles The

: We sail on the bad tide We sail on the bad sea From your heart to my heart with sails cut from mercy From your heart to my heart From Summer to Spring

: You and John are birds You and John are ghosts You and John are genies, guarding my coast And in my address book, you're depicted as birds Drawn in

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telegram, i've got your souvenirs 1914 - 1918 i've got your photograph, i've got your poetry Young men, as us - Artists' Rifles Young men, as us - Artists' Rifles

: On the forecourts of French libraries from Reignac to Marseilles the rain rattles small cars, clouds drape over backseats I am a photograph in your

Rifles, Eton Rifles Hello-hurrah It's the price to pay to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Hello-hurrah I'd prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles Eton Rifles, Eton Rifles

my anxieties Tore out my insides And it took a while to find that I don't really mind Life on the outside So take up your aim and raise your rifles

I see the rifles coming over the hill And if you shout maybe they stop and won't kill But if you think like me You'll be as dead as he I see the lion

Today could be the day you might make a change Lock yourself indoors and plan a getaway Take a walk outside in the heavy weather The British Summer time