It can be heard In every man, every bullet, every shell In every word, ink and pen Every family torn, every post marked stamp wishing them well
I'm a man of no faith But I'm familiar with hell
It can be seen On every kid scared to death The wear and the pain on their face
We march on into snow, into rain Our friends and our holes and our early graves
I'm a man of no faith But I'm familiar with hell Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |