I Bury the Living - Morrissey

A wretched outcast with no point of view

What could I do?

Just military service

I carry out the powerful vulgarian view

I scatter gloom, do as I say, or I’ll scatter you

Oh, no, no, no, no, no

You can’t blame me, I’m just an innocent soldier

There would be no war if not for me

I’m just a sweet little soldier

No, no, no, no, no

You can’t blame me, I’m just an innocent soldier

Give me an order, I’ll blow up a border

Give me an order, and I’ll blow up your daughter

Call me brave, call me a peace-making hero

Call me anything except what I am

From a class without, I haven’t a clue

What the war is about, I haven’t got a clue

Have you?

Oh no, no, no

You can’t blame me, I’m just an innocent soldier

There would be no war if not for me

I’m just a sweet little soldier

No, no, no, no, no

You can’t blame me, after all, I’m just

Honour-mad, cannon fodder

Honour-mad, cannon fodder

I’m honour-mad, cannon fodder

I’m honour-mad, cannon fodder

I’m honour-mad, cannon fodder

I’m honour-mad, cannon fodder

I’m honour-mad, cannon fodder

Honour-mad, cannon fodder

Honour-mad, cannon fodder

Duty done by the moment at hand

I am answerable only to Jesus

And with the grace of God, I will die in my own bed

If you wonder what’s in my head

It’s just the hatred for all human life

When I lose mine, my mother will say

«He died doing the job he loved»

But I died with a bullet to the forehead

That wasn’t the job I loved

That wasn’t the job I loved

That wasn’t the job I loved

Funny how the war goes on

Without our John, without our John

It’s funny how the war goes on

Without our John, without our John

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Funny how the war goes on

Without our John, without our John

It’s funny how the war goes on

Without John, without our John

La la la la la, la la

La la la la la la la la la, la la

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