Let's be having you
body bags and boots on the ground.
lets get those heads on the decks
kiss me good night sergeant major
tuck me in my little wooden bed
are you fucking gay or something?
or something sergeant major sir!
It's these mad mullahs in their white onesies
bobbing up and down like little bastards in friday prayers,
they are amongst us.
I'm going down the pub to read me porn son
there's some stunners in the Sun.
I'm scared sir
I don't want to be beheaded just because
I'm white and British.
You'll be all right son
You're not a journalist
It's journalists wot gets decapitated
its the writers of war
not the warriors of war
that die in such a public
and humiliating fashion
slow, squealing like a pig
It's funny they don't eat pork innit!
It's bombs wot does our work for us these days
Tory Toff presses the Red Button
and it's off.
Some cunt was telling me that when we woz in the dark ages
they woz in the age of enlightenment and when he told me what the Duke of Wellington said in 1813
"The French system of conscription brings together a fair sample of all classes; ours is composed of the scum of the earth — the mere scum of the earth. It is only wonderful that we should be able to make so much out of them afterwards."
Well I effing nuts him dunt I.
Knowing full well, that there's no help for heroes.
Onward Christian Soldiers
Allah hu akhbar
I'm afraid there will be no
Inshalla
in our time.
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