The king he sent to look for me A sergeant he did say: “Young man, a soldier you must be For fifty cent a day” For fifty cent a day did I Take off all things I wore And I have marched to where I lie And I will march no more
Get killed or die trying I must get thrilled or lie dying
Tomorrow after new young men The sergeant he must see For things will all be over then Between the king and me
Over... and out Over... and out Live or die is what it’s all about I slit my throat while I scream and shout
Do it good and do it fast Cause every hero becomes a bore at last
Get killed or die trying I must get thrilled or lie dying
And I shall have to bate my price For in the grave they say: “It’s neither knowledge nor device Nor fifty cent a day”
Over... and out Over... and out Live or die is what it’s all about I slit my throat while I scream and shout
To all good comes a hatch The chase is often better than the catchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
