Hull
Talk about the last war, the past war, the one before
I wanna salute the troops and what is more
I'd like to toast a drink to the stink of the semaphore
I wanna parade on the graves of the gone before.
We were all together then, officers and gentlemen
Prisoners and pressmen, hound dogs and yellow men
Three million dead or more, what a score
With God on your side you'll never loose another war.
But don't despair, there's more to come
Make your repairs, re-skin your drum
And I'll guarantee World War Three
Will be the biggest show you've ever seen.
The Russians are coming, I can feel it in my piss
Better get out your gun, set your sights and don't miss
Better break out a bottle, make a toast to the past
If it don't taste like vodka, you'd better make it last.
But don't despair, there's more to come
Make your repairs, re-skin your drum
And I'll guarantee World War Three
Will be the biggest show you've ever seen.
But don't despair, there's more to come
Make your repairs, re-skin your drum
And I'll guarantee World War Three
Will be the biggest show you've ever seen.
What's this I see ? There's still foliage on the tree
Someone said hello, it was surely meant for me
Hello, I replied, feeling strange inside
He took me by the hand and he whispered an aside.
It's alright, don't let it worry your head
War is over now but unfortunately you are dead.
But don't despair, there's more to come
Come on make your repairs, re-skin your drum
And I'll guarantee World War Three
Will be the biggest show you've ever seen.
1983 Lyrics performed by Lindisfarne are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that 1983 Lyrics performed by Lindisfarne is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD