Judge your surroundings by the manner
in which your enemy carries his gun.
I'll rush to aid you with my bayonet
and salute you after you're slain.
This is, by the far, the worst infection
to ever sweep our camp..
After you fell we went down to the river
and there we attempted to run.
My barrel melted, my shot all used up,
and my powder getting moist...
With my own blood...
This is, by far, the worst infection
to ever sweep our camp..
I saw my reflection in the crystal water
then I turned it red..
Me and the General, both with blank looks on our faces.
This is, by far, the most glorious death to hit our ranks...
in which your enemy carries his gun.
I'll rush to aid you with my bayonet
and salute you after you're slain.
This is, by the far, the worst infection
to ever sweep our camp..
After you fell we went down to the river
and there we attempted to run.
My barrel melted, my shot all used up,
and my powder getting moist...
With my own blood...
This is, by far, the worst infection
to ever sweep our camp..
I saw my reflection in the crystal water
then I turned it red..
Me and the General, both with blank looks on our faces.
This is, by far, the most glorious death to hit our ranks...
envoyé par giorgio - 23/12/2012 - 16:45
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Lyrics & Music by Andy the Doorbum (except the ending rendition of "Rose of Alabama" which is Traditional).
Album: Thought is Digestion
Performed by Andy the Doorbum, Wyley Buck Boswell, Robert Childers, and Randy Saxon.
Still about the Soldier’s life..