| Our boys have returned as men, our men
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| Our men have returned, amen
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| The spoils of war. |
| The hero, the lads, men pulled together for war
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| Set out to fight for the Great British flag that was waved by their thousands
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| ashore
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| Waving farewell, the girls bare it all and pull up their jumpers and skirts
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| Carried away the crowd calls for more and the men felt it worth fighting for
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| It’s all gone before, sexy Sue, saucy Jane, The pin-up that’s carried to battle
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| The mascot that marks in every plane, every gun, markers of death
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| Symbols of men
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| In whose name we are slaughtered like cattle
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| In every good war there’s a nude on the wall, to keep the men happy and straight
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| A saucy ole joke lads, it’s all harmless fun, when we hit land, who shall we
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| rape?
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| Ah, the spoils of war, the knickers, the bras, momentos to give you support
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| While the bombs drop around, you fumble in dreams, with blank eyes see the
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| corpses you’ve fought
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| Our boys have gone away, our boys
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| Our boys have gone away
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| Our men have returned all tattered and burned
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| Our men have returned, amen
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| The guns point their muzzles away to the land and below deck the men throw darts
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| The nipples are bullseyes, the head count for less and there’s no points for
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| hitting the heart
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| Shapely Jane, 25, said «Those lovely real he-men no red-blooded girl can deny
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| Are there for the taking, but it’s all so frustrating if your married and
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| already tied»
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| But bare it all girls and have all the dreams of dashing young soldiers so brave
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| Send him a garter, a cross, love ever after, for soon he will be in his grave
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| Ah, those rotting young men who all did their duty are sinking away in the sea
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| And they’ve missed, just for them, the 'Invincible panties', displayed in The
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| Sun, page three
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| The bodies of war, the pin-up, the corpses
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| Flesh that is perfect and torn
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| The breast that is curved, that is pink and seductive
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| The breast that is ripped and laid bare
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| The beckoning arms, the legs that are parted
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| The welcoming look and the wink
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| The arms that are shredded, the legs that are no more
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| The face that is rotten and stinks
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| (The sickness of war, the men gone before, good luck and God speed you away
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| The madonna is there, stripped naked and bare on the door, she will show you
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| the way.)
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| Our boys have gone away, our boys
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| Our boys have gone away
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| Our men have returned all tattered and burned
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| Our men have returned, amen
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| User, abuser, the conquering man makes use of spoils of war
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| Confirming the glory, the woman is raped and the soldiers rename her as 'whore'
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| Their bodies are torn and disfigured in their heads life is never the same
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| From the wall saucy Sal is still smiling as the nightmare is caught in his pain
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| Her body still perfect and tempting is blistered with blood of his tears
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| His body confused and still frightened turns from the truth that he fears
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| His friends that were killed for the reason of war that is fought over lies
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| The pin-up remains ever after immortal as all around dies
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| Our boys have gone away
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| Our boys, our boys have gone away
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| Our men have returned all tattered and burned
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| Our men have returned, amen, amen, AMEN |