Listen! The sweet peals of moonlight-induced lovemaking on the streets tonight Listen! The soft purr of motorbikes Are ready to strike up the night alight So don't tell me of your troubles, your emotional grief Take in the sights, this is shore leave Don't talk of true love, unscrew your frown Enjoy the entertainments of nighttime town Experience the red rooms, the green tables, the souvenirs Make memories; haunting or fabled The gallant mist of red blooded chivalry instilled in basic training
By standing in line today You secure a place among the saints Go get them, son, now your life begins To die for your country does not win a war To kill for your country is what wins a war
Don't tell your name, don't ask for hers In this land of oysters, you are the world The painless plainness of military life Resumes tomorrow night
If not for you it would've been cholera, malaria, or some eastern disease Forget about it, son, a slap is all you need
We did it all, we seen it all, and worse much worse, son The massacres of ages, too many to recall
Limbs rendered birds, by the speed they flew off A soup nothingness that once was your best friend Motherless children and temptress widows The wild, the useless, the dead, the untameable
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Shivering fuck, don't stain this street Lucky I don't shoot you on the spot Our bullets were made for men like you The impotent idiots God forgot Tonight you decide which corner takes residence Which room looms forever in your mind But now you're on your own, we don't need men like you
Tonight you decide which corner takes residence Which room looms forever in your mind But now you're on your own, we don't need men like you Private Tristan Bongo, hereby discharged!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
