"Loose Lips Sink Ships"
B L I T Z spells children dead
N A Z I your brothers die
Our sons on the front decorate the mud
But we march on 'cos we have no tongue
Burn the Germans, burn the flag, burn our fathers face
We cannot tell who is who, shut our eyes and let it spray
Gas the British, gas the Jews, masturbate and feel some shame
Slaughter fifty countries for two pricks in-fucking-sane
B L I T Z spells children dead
N A Z I your brothers die
Our sons on the front decorate the mud
But we march on 'cos we have no tongue
Family annihilation, only faggots don't fight
That's the wrote manipulation, you decide what's right
Fuck your feelings, fuck your life, kiss your fucking sons goodbye
It's just for now just means until they're pasty maggoty white
Conscribe in Englands misery, sign here, sign here and there
Glory means where you'd like to die; the sea, the mud or air?
Honour means your choice of grave; a boat, a tank or plane?
V-day's just a synonym for credit our leaders take
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na
B L I T Z spells children dead
N A Z I your brothers die
Our sons on the front decorate the mud
But we march on 'cos we have no-
N A Z I your brothers die
Our sons on the front decorate the mud
But we march on 'cos we have no tongue
Burn the Germans, burn the flag, burn our fathers face
We cannot tell who is who, shut our eyes and let it spray
Gas the British, gas the Jews, masturbate and feel some shame
Slaughter fifty countries for two pricks in-fucking-sane
B L I T Z spells children dead
N A Z I your brothers die
Our sons on the front decorate the mud
But we march on 'cos we have no tongue
Family annihilation, only faggots don't fight
That's the wrote manipulation, you decide what's right
Fuck your feelings, fuck your life, kiss your fucking sons goodbye
It's just for now just means until they're pasty maggoty white
Conscribe in Englands misery, sign here, sign here and there
Glory means where you'd like to die; the sea, the mud or air?
Honour means your choice of grave; a boat, a tank or plane?
V-day's just a synonym for credit our leaders take
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na
B L I T Z spells children dead
N A Z I your brothers die
Our sons on the front decorate the mud
But we march on 'cos we have no-
Credits
Writer(s): James Leete
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