Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song White Boots Marching In A Yellow Land, artist - Phil Ochs. Album song The War Is Over: The Best Of Phil Ochs, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.1987
Record label: A&M
Song language: English
White Boots Marching In A Yellow Land |
The pilots playing poker in the cockpit of the plane |
The casualties arriving like the dropping of the rain |
And a mountain of machinery will fall before a man |
When you’re white boots marching in a yellow land |
It’s written in the ashes of the village towns we burn |
It’s written in the empty bed of the fathers unreturned |
And the chocolate in the childrens eyes will never understand |
When you’re white boots marching in a yellow land |
Red blow the bugles of the dawn |
The morning has arrived you must be gone |
And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls |
Like old whores following tired armies |
Train them well, the men who will be fighting by your side |
And never turn your back if the battle turns the tide |
For the colours of a civil war are louder than commands |
When you’re white boots marching in a yellow land |
Blow them from the forest and burn them from your sight |
Tie their hands behind their back and question through the night |
But when the firing squad is ready they’ll be spitting where they stand |
At the white boots marching in a yellow land |
Red blow the bugles of the dawn |
The morning has arrived you must be gone |
And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls |
Like cold whores following tired armies |
The comic and the beauty queen are dancing on the stage |
Raw recruits are lining up like coffins in a cage |
We’re fighting in a war we lost before the war began |
We’re the white boots marching in a yellow land |
And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls |
like cold whores following tired armies |