Whiskey On the Frontline
Pipes and drums and false pride
We shoot our way through human walls
Torn out of life in the first night
Detestable deeds but working men souls
Count on your brothers
They carry you through, but who are you?
Words of folly, but glowingly
Deride the desperate, encourage the weak
A half-full bottle, your precious friend
Can't change the nightmare without end
Shots in the morning
Purple skies, knee-deep down in mud
It came with no warning
A fading memory is all we've got
If you follow me down this road
Be aware that you leave the bright side
A drop of whiskey on the frontline
Whiskey on the frontline
A toast to the bitter end
Kings and Queens and beggars and thieves
They're all the same on the cemetery
No class no money can turn it away
A game of pure chance on judgement day
Brought to the slaughter
The air was yellow, the hills ran red
Crawl through the water
One way to hell but no way back
If you follow me down this road
Be aware that you leave the bright side
A drop of whiskey on the frontline
Whiskey on the frontline
A toast to the bitter end
It's off to work we go
We turned our back to what we know
The western sun burns red
In the shine of the light, our deathbed
The war to end all wars
A running joke at heaven's door
Grey bodies all I see
Please have mercy on me
If you follow me down this road
Be aware that you leave the bright side
A drop of whiskey on the frontline
Whiskey on the frontline
A toast to the bitter end
A toast to the bitter end
The end is comin' my friend
There're coming
We shoot our way through human walls
Torn out of life in the first night
Detestable deeds but working men souls
Count on your brothers
They carry you through, but who are you?
Words of folly, but glowingly
Deride the desperate, encourage the weak
A half-full bottle, your precious friend
Can't change the nightmare without end
Shots in the morning
Purple skies, knee-deep down in mud
It came with no warning
A fading memory is all we've got
If you follow me down this road
Be aware that you leave the bright side
A drop of whiskey on the frontline
Whiskey on the frontline
A toast to the bitter end
Kings and Queens and beggars and thieves
They're all the same on the cemetery
No class no money can turn it away
A game of pure chance on judgement day
Brought to the slaughter
The air was yellow, the hills ran red
Crawl through the water
One way to hell but no way back
If you follow me down this road
Be aware that you leave the bright side
A drop of whiskey on the frontline
Whiskey on the frontline
A toast to the bitter end
It's off to work we go
We turned our back to what we know
The western sun burns red
In the shine of the light, our deathbed
The war to end all wars
A running joke at heaven's door
Grey bodies all I see
Please have mercy on me
If you follow me down this road
Be aware that you leave the bright side
A drop of whiskey on the frontline
Whiskey on the frontline
A toast to the bitter end
A toast to the bitter end
The end is comin' my friend
There're coming
Credits
Writer(s): Maximilian Schmidt
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