Intro Old Jack Churchill sits up in his chair He’s ever watchful, ever aware On the wall hangs his wooden bow Reminding him of decades ago His old hands feel the grip of a blade All this time his body’s decayed But his past is slowly coming back Remembering the time when he was … Mad Jack!
Verse 1 His shiny sword is thrown up high in the air Shouting commando, no need to hear their prayer Stay hidden from guns, dragging through French mud He will make his arrows drunk with nazi blood We don’t fight with guns True men live by the sword British glory and steel
Verse 2 Attack and retreat, the warrior’s strategy His only duty is to fight inhumanity He lives in the hills, defends from up high Aim to kill the enemy, hear his battle cry We don’t fight with guns True men live by the sword British glory and steel
Chorus Take up your sword against the Reich By boots and steel, no need for engines He won’t surrender as they like Mad Jack is coming for vengeance
Verse 3 Bagpipes and grenades, no-one will survive Mad Jack is coming, he aims for surprise Held back by no-one, no concentration camps He escapes their clutches, hidden from their lamps We don’t fight with guns True men live by the sword British glory and steel
Chorus Take up your sword against the Reich By boots and steel, no need for engines He won’t surrender as they like Mad Jack is coming for vengeanceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
