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King and Country

enough to take a life

my rifle's loud

and my country's proud



Killing huns

and cleaning guns

my life is simple

live today, die tonight

there's nothing more



The bugle rings

and my comrades stir

the click of enfields

our lungs burn





My eardrums give as the cannon pounds

I touch my cross, we hold our ground



fix bayonets!



(breakdown)







over the wall

(for king and country)



solo



we take the fight to 'em

barbed wire, cannons

gruesome

we jump in the trench

we all smell the stench



my rifle kicks, the world explodes

i pray to god i'm quick to load

another bullet locked, i take my aim

my kraut counter tries the same



my finger squeezes and i see him drop

the world slows and i nearly stop

the world shatters and i'm miles away

i look down and see the bloody mess

a jerry's blade breaking through my chest





we don't know what this war's about

we drop our lives when the captain shouts



over the wall.