My country tis of thee,Sweet land of felony, Of thee I sing Land where my fathers fried young witches and applied,Whips to the negro hide to make him sing.
ARMCHAIR SOLDIERS,
Oh listen you armchair soldiers to this yarn that I have spun,
While you`v been safe at home drinking beer and having fun,
About poor simple farmboys who have taken up the gun,
And wear the uniforms of warriors.
When the wars that by statesmen and bandits have begun.
Its us that has to finish them by bayonet and gun.
And we do it in the freezing rain and under blazing sun.
While wearing the uniforms of warriors.
We travle over land and sea to places far and near,
And we are told by armchair colonels that we should show no fear.
Though deaths a close companion and is always very near.
When wearing the uniforms of warriors.
So pass out the ammo belt and give to me a beer,
We all get to die someday so for that we shed no tear.
Just say goodby to old friends, bid adieu to thos held dear,
When wearing the uniform of warriors
Now a soldiers life is dreary and a soldiers life is hell,
And of the horrors that Iv seen to you I`ll never tell.
Iv lost so many good friends when in battle they have fell.
While wearing the uniform of warriors
We suffer filthy weather when it raining bullets bombs and shells,
And we cry out for our mothers as our fears we fail to quell.
But its the life that we chose and we know it very well
While wearing the uniforms od warriors.
All wars are fought for profits and of this I am quite sure.
Though polititions tell us that its rights were fighting for.
But Im often forced to wonder why the dead are often poor,
Men wearing the uniforms of warriors.
While the men who stay at home with degrees in business law,
Become armchair generals and like Lions strut and roar.
While they are safe from danger from the horror and the gore ,
Of wearing the uniforms of warriors
So the next time that your reading of how our troops behave,
When faced with razored red hot metel screeming wave on wave.
Remember to give thanks to God that you have been saved ,
From wearing the uniform of a warrior
And when you hear the polititions patriotic rave,
Extorting all the citizens and soldiers to be brave,
Remember that it wont be him to lie in a shallow grave.
Or wear the uniform of a warrior
Hard cases.
We earned our name in world war two, against the nippon might.
We beat them square, we killed them fair, it was a holy fight.
We sailed away to Vietnam to save democracy.
To rock and roll, to slay and spoil and set the people free.
To Nicuragua we did go to make a puppet King.
And when the peasents did object we went and did out thing.
We sailed of to Granada to kill a marxist coup.
So when we found some Cuban hounds we up and shot them too.
Hard cases,Hard cases Hard cases galore,
The hardest bastards in the world are Marines just off to war.
We flew into the Lebanon to fight fanatic foes.
But when they blew out hotel up then it was time to go.
We went of to Arabia invasions for to foil.
To save the great King of Kuwait and not to keep cheap oil.
Hard cases hard cases hard cases galore.
Were the hardest bastards in the world
The marines just of to war.
We go where ere they send us we never have a clue.
To what is realy going on, we do just what we do.
To Panama they send us Columbia, Peru.
We will defend untill the end, the proud the rich the few.
Hard cases hard cases hard cases galore,
The hardest boxes in the world,
Are coffins just back from war.
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The squady
16 and I just finished school an I got to join the labour pool.
Im big and Im tough but I aint no fool. So I think I`ll be a squady.
Unemployments hard you know, wandering through the rain and snow,
Got no money and no place to go. Think I`ll be a squady.
The Army life cant be that bad, for three squar meals I will be glad,
But I better not tell me dad that I want to be a squady.
Someones got to guard this land to keep it safe, keep it grand.
Someone has to pay the bill, learn to fight,to shoot and kill
Uniforms can get you laid, got no worries now Im paid,
Guess me futures all been made now that Im a squady
Walk and sleep in rain and sun, I practice dayly with my gun
And shooting people is such fun now that Im a squady.
We whack it to the wogs and wops, take R&R at knocking shops.
And after this I`ll be a cop, Thank God that Im a squady
Gordy
Gordy was a miner and in Birmingham was breed,
He never had no schooling ,so he had a simple head.
But he were hell in battle, he had a simple rule.
Shoot first and then shoot later,they dont teach that at school.
With his bottle of gin and a shit eating grin,
He kept drinking all through the slaughter.
With his eyes wide with fright at the terrible sight,
He drank pints of gin and no water.
He1d been busted seven times and wounded some score more,
He should have been a hero in this patriotic war.
But he drank in front of sargents, was drunk out on parade,
He drank almost everywhere and never corpral made.
With his bottle of booze he had nothing to lose
And would drink to the senceless slaughter.
He might have to eat mud and be washed in red blood,
But he drank only gin and no water.
In his killing frenzy hewould sing out loud and clear
All those bawdy barroom songs that your mother use to fear.
He`d cuss just something "orribel"could kill a nun with fright.
But no better man youd find than Gordy in a fight.
With his bottle of gin and a death rictus grin,
He kept screaming all through the slaughter.
For a man to be saved ,he need not be brave,
But drink pints of gin and no water.
Gordy hated uniforms, they took away his pride,
And everyone that he had known, had put it on and died.
He scavenged all their medals he found on killing ground
They thought they fought for freedom as cannon mowed them down.
With a tankfull of gin he was thankfull no sin
His conscience would bother to bother
In the midst of war dayz there was never no ways
He could concider a corpse as his brother.
Starting with the B.E.F. an old contemptable,
He had survived the big ones, had outlived them all.
But his luck ran out at Yipers, a wiz-bang done him in,
And all we ever found of him was his old bottle of gin.
With our bottles of gin and our shit eating grins
We`ll keep drinking and we`ll never falter.
Though old Gordy has gone ,his one lesson we`ve learned,
To drink only gin and no water.
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Jonnie Boy.
So where are you going too, Jonnie soldier child,
With your head held high and eyes so bright,so wild,
Im off to fight some pirates along the Barbery Coast,
When I return triumphant we`ll raise a victory toast.
O where are you going too Jonnie soldier boy,
With head held high but eyes that have no joy.
Well Im off to fight some Tutons back in the old country.
When I return triumphant we`ll drink to victory.
Now where are you going to Jonnie soldier lad
With head held high and eyes that look so sad.
Im off to fight the Fashists on ancient battle grounds
When I return triumphant we`ll drink besides the mounds.
Ohh where are you going too Jonnie soldier man
With head held high and eyes that look so damned.
Well Im off to fight the commies to save my masters gold.
When I return triumphant my body will be cold.
Now where are you going ,Jonnie soldier clone
With head held high and eyes that have no home.
Im off to push the button and set the missiles free
I`ll not return, I will be burned by radioactivity.
Battle hymn of the Repugnant.
If I am brave I will be saved by Gods eternal son.
In state of grace I`ll take my place with halbard sword or gun.
I`ll give great thanks and join the ranks crusading for the cause.
I`ll sail away, and enter frey, converting heathen whores.
Jerusalam ! Jerusalam ! We come to set you free.
Salvation comes from Christian sons to end your tyranny.
We will free you from the Pagan the Moslem and the Jew
We will take our place in heaven amoung the choosen few.
I follow Leige and lay the seige against your mighty wall.
We were not stoped we took the top though many men did fall.
We raized the town and burnt it down we slaughtered 3 from 7.
We seized their gold and saved their souls we sped them on to heaven.
Jerusalam ! Jerusalam !We have you for our king.
Salvation comes from Gods own son, of Jesus do we sing.
We will free you from the false path and set you to the right.
You must earn your right to heaven to see the shining light.
I will not fail to gain the grail though I be sourly pressed.
With pious might I`ll win this fight and pass this mortal test.
My holy quest I will Invest with vigal through the night.
I wont deny my chance to die in this forthcoming fight.
Jerusalam ! Jerusalam !We are your saving hand,
Salvation come with pounding drum to free this fettered land.
We`ll free you from oppresion and give to you a choice.
To die as Pagan sinners or praise Him with your voice.
