-Ya that’s good -Hm -Should we uhh play the whole lot now?
Their arms have been steel Their blood, the oil of machinery Their bodies are the ballast of war Their souls are the blast of it The power, the trickle of hope The dreamy eyed bodies of lost time
Too many to respect Too many to feel Too many to know Too many to remember
The distorted and the burnt And the scarred And the torn And the squashed And the cut And the forgotten
Body, and flesh, and energy The last makings of the future Upon green banks of unseen battlefields How quaint a tribute to such savage slaughter Those young boys have been denied The chance to realize and to become They, too might have been standing here I carry these bodies from the poppy fields I lay them before you Is this shame that you, too shall rotTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
