Lyrics No Man's Land - Ultrasound

No Man's Land

Us boys are free to graze our knees
We live to fight the foe
With British bulldog balls we make a stand
We play the game with dirt-streaked frames
Our enemies will know
We’re here to play a game called no man’s land
Brothers-in-arms we fight to save our lives
Every morn from nine till four
Crying war
With drums and knives we pack our troubles
In our old kit bag and smile
Boy to man
We crawl through fences into no man’s land
Us men are here to follow fear
We’re made to fight the foe
With British bulldog balls we make our stand
We go to war with nothing more
Than what we have to show
We’ve come to play a game called no man’s land
Brothers-in-arms we fight to save our lives
Every morn we heed the call
Crying war
With drums and knives we pack our troubles
In our old kit bag and smile
Man to boy
We break the fences down