Anthem for a Doomed Youth
You really like this shit don't you
It's your job, your story
You're waiting here like a fucking vulture
Waiting for someone to die
So you can take a picture
It's my job
I got more respect for the little bastards up there
At least they take a side
You just take pictures
You probably don't even do your own fucking
No one asked my AO
You listen to me
I'm gonna take this fucking hill and lose men
I see you on the top taking pictures of any of my people
I will blow your fucking head off
Choking clouds of death
Drift across the land
Mustard gas burns lungs, blisters flesh, ends life
Grotesque spasms
Wrenching up blood
Thousands lay dead in the trenches
Soldiers drive forth
Break through the lines
Strongholds have fallen
Many more to die
Stalemate broken
Anthem for doomed youth
Testament to man's greed
Bloody mud clogged with death
Gears of war grind poor souls
Anthem for doomed youth
Testament to man's greed
Pulverize human flesh
Trenches filled with dying souls
Accepting death without question
Years shall pass by
Will we learn?
Are we so blind to such waste?
Will we ever learn from the past?
Pain, misery, death, suffering
It's your job, your story
You're waiting here like a fucking vulture
Waiting for someone to die
So you can take a picture
It's my job
I got more respect for the little bastards up there
At least they take a side
You just take pictures
You probably don't even do your own fucking
No one asked my AO
You listen to me
I'm gonna take this fucking hill and lose men
I see you on the top taking pictures of any of my people
I will blow your fucking head off
Choking clouds of death
Drift across the land
Mustard gas burns lungs, blisters flesh, ends life
Grotesque spasms
Wrenching up blood
Thousands lay dead in the trenches
Soldiers drive forth
Break through the lines
Strongholds have fallen
Many more to die
Stalemate broken
Anthem for doomed youth
Testament to man's greed
Bloody mud clogged with death
Gears of war grind poor souls
Anthem for doomed youth
Testament to man's greed
Pulverize human flesh
Trenches filled with dying souls
Accepting death without question
Years shall pass by
Will we learn?
Are we so blind to such waste?
Will we ever learn from the past?
Pain, misery, death, suffering
Credits
Writer(s): Guy W Marchais, Chris Pervelis, Brian Hobbie, Bill Tolley, Ray Lebron
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