Colonel Bagshot - Oh! What A Lovely War | Текст песни

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It was an August morning on the Western front and the clash was the only thing moving and the wind blown trumpet in the hand of a dead man. Died like a virgin as it that never had a chance to make a sound.

Ziggy Thompson's thoughts of wife and kids is taken from the father who was blown to bits, is that hero's death? Well, tell him now as he might not feel like joining.

Oh, what a lovely war! What was it for?
Let's have nother one!

Daddy's head resting in a strawberry bed. What price is medal when it's pierced by length of what the general said and the pinching clown shows a cold smile while you're waiting?

Ten thousand men died here today in mud with the rats and sand bags were the only friend to those men in the end. What could a puppy if you're six month dying. (?)

Oh, what a lovely war! What was it for?
Let's have nother one!

Was an August morning, 1942. Young Thompson was a member of a gun crew like the daddy never knew. Talks are bloody stupid like a deathwish born for dying.

Oh, what a lovely war! What was it for?
Let's have nother one!