Текст и слова песни Jazz Butcher – Line of Death
It's a man's life living in West Virginia.
It can take a chisel and stick it in ya.
They say they grow the world's finest tobaccos.
I say they're wacko - totally mad!
He had a no-good job, he lived this trailer-camp life.
He re-invented himself, he god the Lord on his side.
He re-invented himself, he took himself for a ride.
Life in the navy suites a man fine!
Life in the navy - gonna make the world mine.
Life in the navy the American way:
Life in the navy blowing arabs away.
Hold on sailor, sit down sailor - don't waste your breath!
Hup! Two! Three! Four! Floating on a boat along the line of death.
The Libyan genie grant your every wish:
He's waiting for you - with the fish!
Plays the mad dog in the T.V. drama,
Likes to wear a uniform like the dalai lama.
Life in the navy can make you go blind.
Life in the navy for a nation of swine.
You should have seen for yourself, givea gun to the kids:
He don't feel proud anymore about the things that he did.
Hold on sailor, sit down sailor - don't waste your breath!
Hup! Two! Three! Four! Floating on a boat along the line of death.
Hold on sailor, sit down sailor - don't waste your breath!
Things move quicker and your blood runs thick along the
Line of death.
It can take a chisel and stick it in ya.
They say they grow the world's finest tobaccos.
I say they're wacko - totally mad!
He had a no-good job, he lived this trailer-camp life.
He re-invented himself, he god the Lord on his side.
He re-invented himself, he took himself for a ride.
Life in the navy suites a man fine!
Life in the navy - gonna make the world mine.
Life in the navy the American way:
Life in the navy blowing arabs away.
Hold on sailor, sit down sailor - don't waste your breath!
Hup! Two! Three! Four! Floating on a boat along the line of death.
The Libyan genie grant your every wish:
He's waiting for you - with the fish!
Plays the mad dog in the T.V. drama,
Likes to wear a uniform like the dalai lama.
Life in the navy can make you go blind.
Life in the navy for a nation of swine.
You should have seen for yourself, givea gun to the kids:
He don't feel proud anymore about the things that he did.
Hold on sailor, sit down sailor - don't waste your breath!
Hup! Two! Three! Four! Floating on a boat along the line of death.
Hold on sailor, sit down sailor - don't waste your breath!
Things move quicker and your blood runs thick along the
Line of death.
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