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The Chameleons UK
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Dali's Picture
It's time to act like a man It isn't part of my plan To die in some foreign land Just like the razor in Dali's picture Well there won't be any blood on my hands
What do they want me to be? Cowards or killers are we What do I really believe? Hobson's choice it seems I'm caught Between the devil and the deep blue sea
And his only legacy Was a death without a face Whose hands were stained with blood Whose eyes were filled with dirt
Ran to meet his fate In someone else's war Little consolation For my little orphan boy That's war, boy
Go out and give it your best Go out and slaughter the pest Go out and kill with the rest If you excel yourself they'll give you A tin star you can pin to your chest
And his only legacy Was a death without a face Whose hands were stained with blood Whose eyes were filled with dirt
Ran to meet his fate In someone else's war Little consolation For my little orphan boy That's war, boy
You have a numbing aversion to dying You have a numbing aversion to dying Cowards or killers are we もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Cowards or killers are we Just like the razor in Dali's picture Just like the razor in Dali's picture Just like the razor in Dali's picture Check out the razor in Dali's picture
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Alternative Lyrics from Marks songbook (Dearest dead days):
It's time to act like a man But it isn't part of my plan To die in some distant land I've seen the razor in Dali's picture There won't be any blood on my hands
What do they want us to be? Cowards or killers are we? What do we really believe Hobson's choice It seems I'm caught Between the Devil and the deep blue sea
And his only legacy Is a dad without a face Whose hands are stained with blood Whose eyes are filled with dirt Who runs to meet his fate In someone else's war Little consolation For the little orphan boy
Go out and give it your best Go out and kill with the best Go out and die with the rest For a cause that's twice as worthless As the tin star that we'll pin to your chest You have a morbid aversion to dying Cowards or killers are we Here comes the razor from Dali's picture
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