Political Asylum - Winter of our Discontent | Текст песни

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• Winter of our Discontent

The fields have turned grey and the trees have lost their leaves
There’s no one to be seen, only crosses and wreaths
Row upon row of graves lying there
They died for their country but it doesn’t seem to care
I don’t wanna die
As the harsh wind whips up and the rain turns to snow
The priest said they died for God but how were they to know
That when they joined up, their heads held high
That in the end they were all going to die
I don’t wanna die
I’ll no longer fight, for them their wars
I’m sick of it now, I don’t want it no more
If they want to maim, let them get on with it
But leave me out of their self-made shit
I don’t wanna die