An endless bog A sea of mud A foul smelling mire Of blood and guts
A wasteland of soggy brown No other colour to be found In this both men and mule drown Was this really once a town?
The shells keep on coming Is this place not miserable enough? Can't keep dry, can't keep safe Oh boy are we doing it tough
And the rain keeps on falling And the War will not stop We are told to fix bayonets Over sandbags we must hop
But our artillery is useless Not enough guns made it to the front So in the bog we get torn to pieces Because our heavy artillery had sunk
Damn this war Damn the weather Damn the generals to the rear Damn the bullets Damn the shrapnel Damn this Passchendaele RidgeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
