No Mans Land Lyrics by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Were dropplng bombs down on the kids
They cant eat bombs
And we know this
But were doing what were told
Were flying around in strategic bombers
With an afterburner straight to hell
Where napalms burning love that smell
My little girl she sits at horne
With my last letter all alone
She stops to read closes her eyes and then she cries
My daddy told me he was proud
My mummys praying but not too loud
I wonder if the lord will get the massage clear
Oh mummy be shure Ill come back
In a wodden box all painted black
A bullet between the eyes is all whats left for you
Seven times Ive asked my head
But all Ive got is nomansland...nomansland...
And if those generals say: dont worry
Same old assholes same old story
And its not true...
They cant eat bombs
And we know this
But were doing what were told
Were flying around in strategic bombers
With an afterburner straight to hell
Where napalms burning love that smell
My little girl she sits at horne
With my last letter all alone
She stops to read closes her eyes and then she cries
My daddy told me he was proud
My mummys praying but not too loud
I wonder if the lord will get the massage clear
Oh mummy be shure Ill come back
In a wodden box all painted black
A bullet between the eyes is all whats left for you
Seven times Ive asked my head
But all Ive got is nomansland...nomansland...
And if those generals say: dont worry
Same old assholes same old story
And its not true...
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