Xanadoo - Blood is Dirt Тексты

Inspection Chaos
Called up to the drill
A pawn
At mercy of the sergeant's thrill

Blood my own
on my shirt
"dirty on parade" is the Sergeant's blurt

The world, is washing
out its stains
"We don't care about your pain"

The value of life
was then obscured
Because under this nation
Blood is Dirt

Get your gun
Hand grenade
Battlefront
Sent to die
Useless cattle
A genocide

War, erupts
Disaster unfolds
'Fight for your country'
is what we're told

Diplomacy, shattered
Crisis, attack
The sun, the heavens
are shrouded in black

Offensive manouvres
Land, air and sea
Mobilisation of the masses is free

Thousands die
Coming up the flank
Suits and ties
laugh their asses to the bank

Get your gun
Hand grenade
Battlefront
Sent to die
Useless cattle
A genocide

Blood is dirt
You're a pawn
You're a digit
Written small
Confrontation
First to go
Exploitation
Expendable

Down at the warfront
It's not like TV
Gore and misery
Is all that you see
Death surrounds you
Terror from above
glory and honour
Is why you have come?

Blood is dirt
You're a pawn
You're a digit
Written small
Confrontation
First to go
Exploitation
Expendable