Digging all day and digging all night To keep my foxhole out of sight Digging into dinner on a plate on my knees The smell of damp webbing in the morning breeze Fear in my stomach, fear in the sky I eat my dinner with a weary eye After all this it won't be the same Messing around on salisbury plain
Pick up your feet, fall in, move out We're going to a party way down south Me and the corporal out on a spree Damned from here to eternity
I hate this flat land, there's no cover For sons and fathers and brothers and lovers
I can take the killing, I can take the slaughter
[Billy Bragg, Island of No Return lyrics and video on http://crocmusic.com/]
But I don't talk to sun reporters I never thought that I would be Fighting fascists in the southern sea I saw one today and in his hand Was a weapon that was made in birmingham
Pick up your feet, fall in, move out We're going to a party way down south Me and the corporal out on a spree Damned from here to eternity
I wish kipling and the captain were here To record our pursuits for posterity Me and the corporal out on a spree Damned from here to eternity
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