Mutiny In The Common Soldiery - The Men That Will Not Be Blamed For Nothing

When I was a child, the preacher said

«Be damned to hell, if I should steal»

But now it appears God’s changed his mind

Cos plundering other nations, well that’s God’s will

When I was a child, the preacher said

«Be damned to hell if I should kill»

But now it appears God’s changed his mind

Cos killing for your country, well that’s God’s will

I’ve got more in common with the bugger on my bayonet

Than the toff who’s telling me to stick it in his guts

I’ve got more in common with the bugger on my bayonet

Than the toff who’s telling me to stick it in his guts

I’ve got more in common with the bugger on my bayonet

Than the toff who’s telling me to stick it in his guts

More in common with the bugger on my bayonet

Well was he taken from the land

Just like me?

And did they stick him in a factory

Just like me?

And did he go without

So his kids could eat

And was it still not enough

To make ends meet

And did they dress him in a uniform

Just like me?

And did they drill him, and bully him

Just like me?

And did they stick him on a ship

And send him overseas

To fight other common people

Just like me?

I’ve got more in common with the bugger on my bayonet

Than the toff who’s telling me to stick it in his guts

I’ve got more in common with the bugger on my bayonet

Than the toff who’s telling me to stick it in his guts

I’ve got more in common with the bugger on my bayonet

Than the toff who’s telling me to stick it in his guts

More in common with the bugger on my bayonet

Well time stands still as I look down at him

And the captain screams and screams at me

He says «Kill the bastard

Stick it in

Kill the bastard

Stick it in

Kill the bastard

Stick it in»

Well something snaps

I turn on him

Well you can call it an act of mutiny

Or cowardice, or anarchy

But I finally realised that my enemies

Are the bastards in authority

I’ve got more in common with the bugger on my bayonet

Than the toff who’s telling me to stick it in his guts

I’ve got more in common with the bugger on my bayonet

Than the toff who’s telling me to stick it in his guts

I’ve got more in common with the bugger on my bayonet

Than the toff who’s telling me to stick it in his guts

More in common with the bugger on my bayonet