Blood on your hands as you put them
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Near the hole in your chest.
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Where the bullet struck and threw you
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Flat into the mud.
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"Come on lads" the bastards soon will be defeated
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God is on our side was what you heard
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When all went black
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For god and the country we raise our heads
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All real heroes die the glorious dead
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From this point of view it all looks very different
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As you cough up blood and an intense cold
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Runs up your spine
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No one ever told you that it could be like this
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Dehumanised, no respect for life, you want to cry
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For god and the country we raise our heads
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Or ideals that weren't yours the glorious dead
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Misguidence was your undoing
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Death stares you in the face
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Memories, past times flash by
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As they declare you dead
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For god and the country you raised your head
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Who remembers your name the glorious dead
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The Glorious Dead
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