Our boys have returned as men, our men.
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Our men have returned, amen.
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The spoils of war. The hero, the lads, men pulled together for war.
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Set out to fight for the Great British flag that was waved by their thousands ashore.
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Waving farewell, the girls bare it all and pull up their jumpers and skirts.
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Carried away the crowd calls for more and the men felt it worth fighting for.
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It's all gone before, sexy Sue, saucy Jane, The pin-up that's carried to battle.
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The mascot that marks in every plane, every gun, markers of death,
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Symbols of men,
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In whose name we are slaughtered like cattle.
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In every good war there's a nude on the wall, to keep the men happy and straight.
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A saucy ole joke lads, it's all harmless fun, when we hit land, who shall we rape?
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Ah, the spoils of war, the knickers, the bras, momentos to give you support.
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While the bombs drop around, you fumble in dreams, with blank eyes see the corpses you've fought.
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Our boys have gone away, our boys,
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Our boys have gone away.
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Our men have returned all tattered and burned,
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Our men have returned, amen.
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The guns point their muzzles away to the land and below deck the men throw darts
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The nipples are bullseyes, the head count for less and there's no points for hitting the heart.
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Shapely Jane, 25, said "Those lovely real he-men no red-blooded girl can deny
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Are there for the taking, but it's all so frustrating if your married and already tied".
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But bare it all girls and have all the dreams of dashing young soldiers so brave,
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Send him a garter, a cross, love ever after, for soon he will be in his grave.
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Ah, those rotting young men who all did their duty are sinking away in the sea
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And they've missed, just for them, the 'Invincible panties', displayed in The Sun, page three,
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The bodies of war, the pin-up, the corpses,
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Flesh that is perfect and torn,
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The breast that is curved, that is pink and seductive,
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The breast that is ripped and laid bare,
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The beckoning arms, the legs that are parted,
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The welcoming look and the wink,
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The arms that are shredded, the legs that are no more,
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The face that is rotten and stinks.
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(The sickness of war, the men gone before, good luck and God speed you away
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The madonna is there, stripped naked and bare on the door, she will show you the way.)
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Our boys have gone away, our boys
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Our boys have gone away.
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Our men have returned all tattered and burned
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Our men have returned, amen.
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User, abuser, the conquering man makes use of spoils of war,
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Confirming the glory, the woman is raped and the soldiers rename her as 'whore',
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Their bodies are torn and disfigured in their heads life is never the same,
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From the wall saucy Sal is still smiling as the nightmare is caught in his pain,
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Her body still perfect and tempting is blistered with blood of his tears,
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His body confused and still frightened turns from the truth that he fears,
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His friends that were killed for the reason of war that is fought over lies,
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The pin-up remains ever after immortal as all around dies.
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Our boys have gone away,
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Our boys, our boys have gone away.
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Our men have returned all tattered and burned,
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Our men have returned, amen, amen, AMEN.
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Immortal Death
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