Stalingrad - text
I was told there's no atheists in fox holes
But God left this fucking city long ago
a wind that blows 40 degrees cold
as i bury my worthless soul in the snow
But God left this fucking city long ago
a wind that blows 40 degrees cold
as i bury my worthless soul in the snow
"Once more unto the breach"
Oh, they never stood here
Oh, they never stood here
Nero fiddled while Rome burned to the ground
He can sit upon his throne, with his broken crown
Everyone here, know it won't be that bad
to be sent straight to Hell from Stalingrad
He can sit upon his throne, with his broken crown
Everyone here, know it won't be that bad
to be sent straight to Hell from Stalingrad
Moscow gritted, as Hans fixed their aim.
but you can have a statue in your name
but you can have a statue in your name
2 men for every rifle, a life for every fight lost
dragged behind the shed, and then shot like a dog
And as our own men nail you to the cross
we can pretend it was for a cause.
dragged behind the shed, and then shot like a dog
And as our own men nail you to the cross
we can pretend it was for a cause.
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Mamushka Rebels texty
- 1. Stalingrad
- 2. A Little Less Wasted
- 3. Not In My Design
- 4. In A Hundred Years
- 5. Achilles
- 6. All The Blank Faces
