I live my life in the same routine exciting things are only dreams I'm at the edge no hope of survival somebody help me cos I'm suicidal routine machine
I've worked most of my life. I gained nothing from the dole. But I kept my point of view. I never wanted nothing from you. You fill people full of shit
I've seen it all before fighting death and war listening to the screaming watching all the violence I've been screaming all night and I've been screaming
When you're told several times a day, you are filth and you'll have to pay, they drill your finger nails until they bleed, you learn to accept the shit
Fighting a war on the Russian front A war of ice, blood, and cold The attacks were vicious, we bore the brunt The position we had was to be held Shells
Disgusted degraded how low could he stoop sat in the corner with a glue sniffing group his mind became hazy he got higher and higher he told of his hardships
Our armies destroyed and defeated the only certainty of war is death fight to the last man searing pain take your last breath why why why do they die
They've got enough trouble with petrol bombs without some traitor stealing their arms soldiers are paid to uphold the law traitor you supply to opposition
our lads are sailing to a war wondering if they'll ever come back fighting and dying on a distant shore wives crying for the husbands they lack our
