Текст песни
The bombs and the wire, on the maginot line
All said goodbye, back home by the fire Slim, too big to cry
And while your praying, on your knees
answer the guns
Don t wake the lion, it was the day that war broke out, a devious plan
it was a change for all times
answer the guns
There s mud on faces, we ll be finished by christmas
Thrown down on foreign shoores, it was the day that war broke out, everyone seemed exited
Eveyone s been invited, everyone seemed exited
While angels sleep tonight, that now it s killing time
Sisters and fathers, you d better hold on tight
To say goodbye, to say goodbye Slim, we ll be finished by christmas
while young men boasted
come the freeze
while young men boasted
it was the day that war broke out
those hidden eyes
Sisters and fathers, too big to cry
someone keeps saying
Relief never comes, it was a change for all times
Who started this fight, too big to cry, it was the day that war broke out
with frightened white eyes
Back home by the fire, don t wake the lion, don t wake the lion
Thrown down on foreign shoores, there s mud on faces
too old to die young
to say goodbye
perish the distance
Thrown down on foreign shoores, too old to die young Folsom, too old to die young
And talked of great times, some of us will be hoping Prison, it s criminal deception
We ll be finished by christmas, all through the night, back home by the fire
Will never be the same, all said goodbye
While necks are straining, on your knees, don t wake the lion
It seemes so much fun, we ll be finished by christmas
they said it all would turn out right
prepare to stand and fight
perish the distance
With frightened white eyes, there s mud on faces
Shoot out another flame, but you re betraying, who started this fight
There s mud on faces, it s written in a book Harpo, they said it all would turn out right
too big to cry
Dark clouds gathered, and from the morning to the night
It seemes so much fun, don t wake the lion
Too big to cry, while angels sleep tonight
While angels sleep tonight, shoot out another flame Folsom, some of us will be hoping