Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Working For The Yankee Dollar, artist - Skids. Album song Sweet Suburbia - The Best Of The Skids, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 28.02.2003
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
Working For The Yankee Dollar |
Saw Vietnam as a partisan and wished I’d never been |
As I held the rope on through the scope I wish I’d never seen |
Where the air turned red as the bodies bled into a schoolboy’s dream |
But who were there could only stare into this wondrous scene |
Yankee, to war |
Yankee, head high |
Yankee, in call |
Yankee, we cry |
In Germany in the forty five, my mind was on the altar |
Thought of god, the iron rod and thought that needed shelter |
From 'Tragen' pain and men insane and eyes that got much colder |
Saw a German son with a Yankee gun and a uniform much older |
Yankee, to war |
Yankee, head high |
Yankee, in call |
Yankee, we cry |
Working for the Yankee dollar |
Working for the Yankee dollar |
Processions bear that human flare which mark a hero’s welcome |
For those dead and for those shed it was a big occasion |
And all flags and Yankee mags which embroidered all the meaning |
In an oversight, forgot the fight, which never bore elation |
Yankee, to war |
Yankee, head high |
Yankee, in call |
Yankee, we cry |
Working for the Yankee dollar |
Working for the Yankee dollar |