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Billy Bragg Brewing Up With Billy Bragg Island Of No Return 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 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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