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• Artiste: Mongol Horde
• Titre: Weighed And Found Wanting
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Shot in the face Shot in the head Shot in the leg both ankles too but he kind of enjoyed it Escaped from the camp Jumped out of the plane Chewed his own damn fingers off and said he enjoyed it Fought in the fires Fought with the Poles Fought in the second war and more and still he kind of enjoyed it Still find the time To write it all down While some of the dead were the names of the women and children Still he enjoyed the war Take a good hard look at yourself Whichever way the cards were dealt You got two eyes and two fucking arms But you're still a fucking weasel And it's not an empty pissing contest Cause the war is always stuck with the leaders Come the next gathering storm, we'll be weighed and found wanting Born for the gun Son of a king Swearing like a seasoned trooper but he'd never surrender Escape through the hills Dressed in his sharp suit Walking solo to the border but he'd never surrender Shot through the red Broke up the dinner's and the speeches and he never surrendered I do so well well Better than most And somewhere deep down everybody has to decide a line that they will not cross Take a good hard look at yourself Whichever way the cards were dealt You got two eyes and two fucking arms But you're still a fucking weasel And it's not an empty pissing contest 'Cause the war is always slower than medicine Come the next gathering storm, we'll be weighed and found wanting You fucking weakling child --- --- --- This is an empty pissing contest --- Come the next gathering storm, we'll be weighed and found wanting