Given to the Gun
On the 8th of November
When the world came down
They would send us to our deaths
I fell on my knees and prayed
I packed my belongings
Wrote my last letter
Smoked my cigarettes
And I drank the night away
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Will anyone remember
The sleeping left behind?
Oh they must have been plowed under
These fields that we died
Left out here to rot now
Baptised in our blood
Oh take me from my mother
Given to the gun
On the 10th of November
When I was shot down
Choking on my last breath
As I neared the final grave
Thought of my mother
Thought of my father
Stared into the eyes of death
And it all just fades to grey
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Will anyone remember
The sleeping left behind?
Oh they must have been plowed under
These fields that we died
Left out here to rot now
Baptised in our blood
Oh take me from my mother
Given to the gun
3 2 1
Will anyone remember
The sleeping left behind?
Oh they must have been plowed under
These fields that we died
Left out here to rot now
Baptised in our blood
Oh take me from my mother
Given to the gun