The Soldier
A soldier's job isn't to ask why,
a soldier's job is to do or die.
That's what he said,
he drove him so mad!
Why do we have to die?
Don't ask why!!
Shoot the enemy,
across the sea!
That's your job,
be a man and don't sob!
That's what the general said,
it drove him so mad...
He commited suicide,
got out of sight.
He didn't enjoy the flight,
he wasn't ready for the light.
a soldier's job is to do or die.
That's what he said,
he drove him so mad!
Why do we have to die?
Don't ask why!!
Shoot the enemy,
across the sea!
That's your job,
be a man and don't sob!
That's what the general said,
it drove him so mad...
He commited suicide,
got out of sight.
He didn't enjoy the flight,
he wasn't ready for the light.
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| Auteur: The Grimreaper | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 juni 2002 | ||
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