Lyrics I Bury the Living - Morrissey

I Bury the Living

A wretched outcast with no point of view
What could I do?
Just military service
I carry out the powerful vulgarian view
I scatter gloom, do as I say, or I’ll scatter you
Oh, no, no, no, no, no
You can’t blame me, I’m just an innocent soldier
There would be no war if not for me
I’m just a sweet little soldier
No, no, no, no, no
You can’t blame me, I’m just an innocent soldier
Give me an order, I’ll blow up a border
Give me an order, and I’ll blow up your daughter
Call me brave, call me a peace-making hero
Call me anything except what I am
From a class without, I haven’t a clue
What the war is about, I haven’t got a clue
Have you?
Oh no, no, no
You can’t blame me, I’m just an innocent soldier
There would be no war if not for me
I’m just a sweet little soldier
No, no, no, no, no
You can’t blame me, after all, I’m just
Honour-mad, cannon fodder
Honour-mad, cannon fodder
I’m honour-mad, cannon fodder
I’m honour-mad, cannon fodder
I’m honour-mad, cannon fodder
I’m honour-mad, cannon fodder
I’m honour-mad, cannon fodder
Honour-mad, cannon fodder
Honour-mad, cannon fodder
Duty done by the moment at hand
I am answerable only to Jesus
And with the grace of God, I will die in my own bed
If you wonder what’s in my head
It’s just the hatred for all human life
When I lose mine, my mother will say
«He died doing the job he loved»
But I died with a bullet to the forehead
That wasn’t the job I loved
That wasn’t the job I loved
That wasn’t the job I loved
Funny how the war goes on
Without our John, without our John
It’s funny how the war goes on
Without our John, without our John
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Funny how the war goes on
Without our John, without our John
It’s funny how the war goes on
Without John, without our John
La la la la la, la la
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