40 Dead Men
The Cold Stares
Continúa después del anuncio
I got a letter
Not feeling better
Seven ways to kill your brother
I got to get home before I kill another
Forty men dead, shot in the head
Forty men dead, fields of red
Calling the captain
I need a way back home
Quartermaster, heed my words
I'm gonna burn these fields like the streets of Rome
Continúa después del anuncio
Forty men dead, shot in the head
Forty men dead, fields of red
Well, I laid down my rifle
And I laid down my sword
And I ain't gonna fight your war
Not anymore
Said I laid down my pistol
And I swore to my lord
I ain't gonna fight thеir war
Not anymore
Oh, I ain't gonna fight your war
Not anymore