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The Immortal Death - Remastered
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Our boys have returned as men, our men
Our men have returned, our men
The songs of war, the heroes of man
Stayed till the end of the war
Set out to fight for the great British flag
And was waved by the thousands ashore
When they were over, there they were
And put up their trumpets and skirts
Hurried away in a crowd once more
And the men felt it was worth fighting for
And all those who fought face to face
Thought to take a pen on this courage in battle
The backs of the monks that we claimed had been gone
The masks of death, the symbols of men
Who stayed and slaughtered like cattle
In every foreign war there's a feud on the board
To keep the men happy and straight
A social joke, let's just have a song
Will we hit back, who shall we rap?
A song for war that makes a bra
The best thing in music hall
Why a man should ever run to so many dreams
With black eyes in the mist
Because our boys have gone away, our boys
Our boys have gone away
Our men have returned all tattered and burnt
Our men have returned, our men
The guns of the Russians are waiting alive
And they know the dead men won't dance
The nipples are pulled like the headphones
Unless there's no place to fix in the heart
Show you death's sacrifice in the lovely real hero
Go look for the girl cutting line
Out there for the taking but it's all for the shredding
And your man's been already tied
Come down to your bed and have all the dreams
Of death that's left in the brain
He's standing at odds with a cross
They never heard and they're still in the field
And he's waiting on coming up there
He wants to get to the office
Taking away as you see
Having this just as the original package
Is laid in a sub page three
The bones of war that we gave a man
The feet for the flesh that is past
The legs that torn and break that in
The flesh that is at
The skin that is stretched
Stand they together
The limbs on the face that are haunted
The welcoming the helpless
And the wings, the arms that are shredded
The legs that are no more
The face that is rotting and stinking
Our boys have gone away, our boys
Our boys have gone away
Our men have returned all tattered and burnt
Our men have returned, our men
You can use the countryman
In sweets and the stores of war
And the government brought you up
To scratch for the soldiers who made their score
Their bodies are torn and they're splattered
In their heads that are still the same
For the war shall be something to smile at
Now their lives they want to save
Our butcher's a foreign in terms of the misery
With blood on his cheer
His body's a mutant, heart a tomb
The truth that he's near
He's waiting for the beast of war
Let's pour down the knife
And put the women down
And all three boys are gone and have died
Our boys have gone away, our boys
Our boys have gone away
Our men have returned all tattered and burnt
Our men have returned, our men
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