作词 : Geordie Greep 作曲 : Cameron Picton/Geordie Greep/Morgan Simpson Listen! The sweet peals of moonlight-induced lovemaking On the streets tonight Listen! The soft purr of motorbikes Avoided a strike up the night lights So don't tell me of your troubles Your emotional grief Take in the sights, this is shore leave Don't talk of true love Unscrew your frown Enjoy the entertainments of nighttime town Experience the red rooms The green tables, the souvenirs Make memories, haunting or favored The gallant mist of red blooded chivalry instilled in basic training By standing in line today you secure a place among the saints Go get them, son, now your life begins To die for your country does not win a war To kill for your country is what wins a war Don't tell your name, don't ask for hers In this land of oysters you are the worm The painless planeness of military life Resumes tomorrow night If not for you it would've been cholera, Malaria Or some eastern disease Forget about it son, a slap is all you need We did it all, we seen it all Worse much worse, son The massacres of ages Too many to recall Limb shredded birds, by the speed they flew off A souped nothingness, that once was your best friend Motherless children and temptress widows The wild, the useless, the dead, the untameable Shivering ****, don't stand in the street You're lucky I don't shoot you on the spot Our bullets were made for a man like you The impotent idiots God forgot Tonight you decide which corner takes residence Which room lives forever in your mind But now you're on your own, we don't need men like you Tonight you decide which corner takes residence Which room lives forever in your mind But now you're on your own, we don't need men like you Private Tristan Bongo hereby: discharged
[00:00.000] 作词 : Geordie Greep [00:01.000] 作曲 : Cameron Picton/Geordie Greep/Morgan Simpson [00:26.343]Listen! [00:27.664]The sweet peals of moonlight-induced lovemaking [00:31.127]On the streets tonight [00:33.258]Listen! [00:34.580]The soft purr of motorbikes [00:37.735]Avoided a strike up the night lights [00:40.878]So don't tell me of your troubles [00:42.750]Your emotional grief [00:45.089]Take in the sights, this is shore leave [00:48.523]Don't talk of true love [00:50.393]Unscrew your frown [00:52.253]Enjoy the entertainments of nighttime town [00:55.669]Experience the red rooms [00:57.774]The green tables, the souvenirs [00:59.644]Make memories, haunting or favored [01:03.515]The gallant mist of red blooded chivalry instilled in basic training [01:11.748]By standing in line today you secure a place among the saints [01:17.857]Go get them, son, now your life begins [01:21.315]To die for your country does not win a war [01:25.580]To kill for your country is what wins a war [01:33.835]Don't tell your name, don't ask for hers [01:37.013]In this land of oysters you are the worm [01:40.203]The painless planeness of military life [01:43.921]Resumes tomorrow night [01:55.589]If not for you it would've been cholera, Malaria [01:59.245]Or some eastern disease [02:02.896]Forget about it son, a slap is all you need [02:13.702]We did it all, we seen it all [02:15.035]Worse much worse, son [02:16.890]The massacres of ages [02:18.417]Too many to recall [02:31.857]Limb shredded birds, by the speed they flew off [02:35.050]A souped nothingness, that once was your best friend [02:38.499]Motherless children and temptress widows [02:41.893]The wild, the useless, the dead, the untameable [03:06.560]Shivering ****, don't stand in the street [03:08.428]You're lucky I don't shoot you on the spot [03:10.765]Our bullets were made for a man like you [03:13.617]The impotent idiots God forgot [03:17.014]Tonight you decide which corner takes residence [03:19.402]Which room lives forever in your mind [03:21.526]But now you're on your own, we don't need men like you [03:51.153]Tonight you decide which corner takes residence [03:54.357]Which room lives forever in your mind [03:58.326]But now you're on your own, we don't need men like you [04:01.787]Private Tristan Bongo hereby: discharged
