[00:00.000] 作词 : Geordie Greep
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Cameron Picton/Geordie Greep/Morgan Simpson
[00:26.343]Listen!
[00:27.664]The sweet peals of moonlight-induced lovemaking
[00:31.127]On the streets tonight
[00:33.258]Listen!
[00:34.580]The soft purr of motorbikes
[00:37.735]Avoided a strike up the night lights
[00:40.878]So don't tell me of your troubles
[00:42.750]Your emotional grief
[00:45.089]Take in the sights, this is shore leave
[00:48.523]Don't talk of true love
[00:50.393]Unscrew your frown
[00:52.253]Enjoy the entertainments of nighttime town
[00:55.669]Experience the red rooms
[00:57.774]The green tables, the souvenirs
[00:59.644]Make memories, haunting or favored
[01:03.515]The gallant mist of red blooded chivalry instilled in basic training
[01:11.748]By standing in line today you secure a place among the saints
[01:17.857]Go get them, son, now your life begins
[01:21.315]To die for your country does not win a war
[01:25.580]To kill for your country is what wins a war
[01:33.835]Don't tell your name, don't ask for hers
[01:37.013]In this land of oysters you are the worm
[01:40.203]The painless planeness of military life
[01:43.921]Resumes tomorrow night
[01:55.589]If not for you it would've been cholera, Malaria
[01:59.245]Or some eastern disease
[02:02.896]Forget about it son, a slap is all you need
[02:13.702]We did it all, we seen it all
[02:15.035]Worse much worse, son
[02:16.890]The massacres of ages
[02:18.417]Too many to recall
[02:31.857]Limb shredded birds, by the speed they flew off
[02:35.050]A souped nothingness, that once was your best friend
[02:38.499]Motherless children and temptress widows
[02:41.893]The wild, the useless, the dead, the untameable
[03:06.560]Shivering ****, don't stand in the street
[03:08.428]You're lucky I don't shoot you on the spot
[03:10.765]Our bullets were made for a man like you
[03:13.617]The impotent idiots God forgot
[03:17.014]Tonight you decide which corner takes residence
[03:19.402]Which room lives forever in your mind
[03:21.526]But now you're on your own, we don't need men like you
[03:51.153]Tonight you decide which corner takes residence
[03:54.357]Which room lives forever in your mind
[03:58.326]But now you're on your own, we don't need men like you
[04:01.787]Private Tristan Bongo hereby: discharged