Lyrics Mutiny In The Common Soldiery - The Men That Will Not Be Blamed For Nothing

Mutiny In The Common Soldiery

When I was a child, the preacher said
«Be damned to hell, if I should steal»
But now it appears God’s changed his mind
Cos plundering other nations, well that’s God’s will
When I was a child, the preacher said
«Be damned to hell if I should kill»
But now it appears God’s changed his mind
Cos killing for your country, well that’s God’s will
I’ve got more in common with the bugger on my bayonet
Than the toff who’s telling me to stick it in his guts
I’ve got more in common with the bugger on my bayonet
Than the toff who’s telling me to stick it in his guts
I’ve got more in common with the bugger on my bayonet
Than the toff who’s telling me to stick it in his guts
More in common with the bugger on my bayonet
Well was he taken from the land
Just like me?
And did they stick him in a factory
Just like me?
And did he go without
So his kids could eat
And was it still not enough
To make ends meet
And did they dress him in a uniform
Just like me?
And did they drill him, and bully him
Just like me?
And did they stick him on a ship
And send him overseas
To fight other common people
Just like me?
I’ve got more in common with the bugger on my bayonet
Than the toff who’s telling me to stick it in his guts
I’ve got more in common with the bugger on my bayonet
Than the toff who’s telling me to stick it in his guts
I’ve got more in common with the bugger on my bayonet
Than the toff who’s telling me to stick it in his guts
More in common with the bugger on my bayonet
Well time stands still as I look down at him
And the captain screams and screams at me
He says «Kill the bastard
Stick it in
Kill the bastard
Stick it in
Kill the bastard
Stick it in»
Well something snaps
I turn on him
Well you can call it an act of mutiny
Or cowardice, or anarchy
But I finally realised that my enemies
Are the bastards in authority
I’ve got more in common with the bugger on my bayonet
Than the toff who’s telling me to stick it in his guts
I’ve got more in common with the bugger on my bayonet
Than the toff who’s telling me to stick it in his guts
I’ve got more in common with the bugger on my bayonet
Than the toff who’s telling me to stick it in his guts
More in common with the bugger on my bayonet