| Bombed last night, and bombed the night before
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| Going to get bombed tonight
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| If we never get bombed anymore
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| When we’re bombed, we’re scared as we can be
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| Can’t stop the bombing sent from higher Germany
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| They’re over us, they’re over us
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| One shell hole for just the four of us
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| Thank your lucky stars there are no more of us
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| 'Cause you can fill it all alone
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| Gassed last night, and gassed the night before
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| Going to get gassed tonight
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| If we never get gassed anymore
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| When we’re gassed, we’re as sick as we can be
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| For Phosgene and Mustard Gas is too much for me
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| They’re warning us, they’re warning us
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| One respirator for the three of us
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| Thank your lucky stars that two of us can run
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| So you can use it all alone
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| Keep your head down
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| Keep your head down
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| If you wanna stay alive
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| Forget about honour, forget about pride
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| And quietly crawl in the mud
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| Shot last night, shot the night before
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| We’re gonna get shot tonight
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| If we never get shot anymore
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| When we’re shot, we crawl as fast as we can
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| At barbed wire we’re caught in machine gun crossfire
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| They’re killing us, they’re killing us
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| One helmet for the two of us
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| Thank your lucky stars that one of us is dead
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| So you can wear it all alone
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| And die alone |