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Behind The Lines


It's dawn and it's dark behind the ridge, my feet are itching fit to burn
But I'm tied to a chair and I can't see a thing and there's nowhere left I can turn.

The best of four years, given my all, to the blasts and the blades where the young men fall,
There's something wrong in these great designs, if we shoot our sons behind the lines.

If a voice said "sell your soul to me son", I'd do a deal as soon as I'd think
But I'm tied to a chair and I can't hear a thing and my life is poised on the brink.

The best of four years, given my all, to the blasts and the blades where the young men fall, There's something wrong in these great designs, if we shoot our sons behind the lines.

It's over and over and over again you know I see them die like swine.
It's over and over the top we go, but it's not for me boys, no, no, no
I'll take my bullet behind the lines.

I can feel the blindfold lighten and it's warm upon my skin
In another life I'd smile at you now and another day would begin...
But I'm tied to a chair and I can't see a thing and I'm sobbing and I'm so forlorn,
Then a volley lets fly and my life pours out through a hole in my hero's uniform
a hole in my hero's uniform
a hole in my hero's uniform...

It's over and over and over again you know I see them die like swine.
It's over and over the top we go,
But it's not for me boys, no, no,no
I'll take my bullet behind the lines
I'll take my bullet...

The best of four years, given my all, to the blasts and the blades where the young men fall There's something wrong with these great designs if we shoot our sons
...behind ...the lines.


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