we're dropping bombs down on the kids
they can't eat bombs and we know this
but we're doing what we're told
we're flying around in strategic bombers
with an afterburner straight to hell
where napalms burning love that smell
my little girl she sits at home
with my last letter all alone
she stops to read closes her eyes
and then she cries
my daddy told me he was proud
my mummy's praying but not too loud
I wonder if the lord will get the massage clear
oh mummy be sure I'll come back
in a wooden box all painted black
a bullet between the eyes is all what's left for you
seven times I've asked my head but all I've got is
no man's land...no man's land...
and if those generals say they're sorry
same old assholes same old story and it's not true...
they say, Mommy, please don't worry
'cause your son just died for glory, so don't feel blue...
seven times I've asked my head but all I've got is
no man's land...no man's land...
seven times I've asked my head but all I've got is
no man's land...no man's land...
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