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• Artiste: Arrivals (The)
• Titre: Frontline
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They lined up all us school boys And they asked for volunteers And when no one don't say nothing They said: YOU! And they handed me a rifle And they called me infantry And they put me on the front line Yeah, they put me on the front line Hey, dead boys We're the motherless bastard sons To the life not worth a match stick Waste of oxygen Say, dead boys So your prospects are almost none Well, they still might teach you something Yeah, I'm sure they'll teach you something To the bosses and teachers who won't know my name Now there's a monument where it's engraved A parade To celebrate the brave And everybody came Well, they kept me full of cocaine And they taught me how to fuck And they made me feel like I'd fear almost nothing And we killed all through the daytime And we killed them in the night And they put me on the front line Yeah, they put me on the front line Hey, dead boys We're the motherless bastard sons To the life not worth a match stick Waste of oxygen Say, dead boys So you prospects are almost none Well, they still might teach you something Yeah, I'm sure they'll teach you something And here's to the parents who won't know my name Now there's a monument where it's engraved A parade To celebrate the brave And everybody came To the senators' daughters who won't know my name Now there's a monument where it's engraved A parade To celebrate the brave And everybody came