Food for Powder

Our graves will be shallow
And our names unknown
It's the trenches or the gallows
We'll never come back home
We cannot win nor surrender
And leave no man behind
No we won't be remembered
And our bodies you will not find
No, our bodies you will not find
Today we're going over
Me and my dear friends
There on the grass and clover
All the madness ends
Oh, all the madness ends
All the madness ends!
Feed the guns
Feed the guns
Feed the guns
Feed the guns
Feed the guns
Feed the guns
Feed the guns
Brothers, fathers, sons
Sisters, mothers, daughters
Lead us
To the slaughters



Credits
Writer(s): Jan Kooiker
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