Franz Ferdinand

The mud is cold, my feet are wet
I run for cover and try to catch my breath
You can't grab your chance while letting it pass you
Dead as dirt as they build you a statue

The skies are dark, and the colors are pale
All is quiet as my vision fails
You can't grab your chance while letting it pass you
Everything burns, nothing has value

They will call it an epic failure
300 000 men died for the sailors
400 000 men died for the angels
Wilhelm and his invaders

Caught between the old and the new
The last to lose and the happy few
The bullets are passing through the animals
Everything burns, nothing has value

They wrote it down in Versailles
But do all those who lie here know why they died
Did you really believe them when they told you the cause
Did you really believe that this war would end the wars

They will call it an epic failure
500 000 men died for the labor
600 000 men died for the acres
Nicholas and Anastasia

They will call it an epic failure
500 000 men died for the labor
600 000 men died for the acres
Nicholas and Anastasia

Franz Ferdinand, Franz Ferdinand
How could you understand
14 million people would perish by their unforgiving hands

Their unforgiving hands!

They will call it an epic failure
800 000 men died for the savior
900 000 men died for the maker
George and the faithful

They will call it an epic failure
800 000 men died for the savior
900 000 men died for the maker
The war of the ages



Credits
Writer(s): Kjell Martin Trondsen
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