letra de butchers tale (western front 1914) - the zombies
a butcher yes that was my trade
but the king’s shilling is now my fee
a butcher i may as well have stayed
for the slaughter that i see
and the preacher in his pulpit
sermon: “go and fight, do what is right”
but he don’t have to hear these guns
and i’ll bet he sleeps at night
and i
and i can’t stop shaking
my hands won’t stop shaking
my arms won’t stop shaking
my mind won’t stop shaking
i want to go home
please let me go home
go home
and i have seen a friend of mine
hang on the wire like some rag toy
then in the heat the flies come down
and cover up the boy
and the flies come down in gommecourt
thiepval, mametz wood, and french verdun
if the preacher he could see those flies
wouldn’t preach for the sound of guns
and i
and i can’t stop shaking
my hands won’t stop shaking
my arms won’t stop shaking
my mind won’t stop shaking
i want to go home
please let me go home
go home
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