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• Artiste: The Rumjacks
• Titre: Through These Iron Sights
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Pinned down, can't stop the ringing in my ears And now my eyes sealed shut with blood Burning lungs with a gasp for air Black smoke and scarlet mud "Up the hill, boys, up the hill!" The captain shouts the order "Up the hill, boys, up the hill!" Like lambs into the slaughter I'll write and let you know When the boys are coming home I'll write you should I see the morning light Through these iron sights I was strapped in the cabin of a Cobra King When we circled on Bastone Screaming hell from a 43 Drew bloodstains through the snow "Up the hill, boys, up the hill!" The captain shouts another "Up the hill, boys, up the hill!" They're screamin' for their mothers I'll write and let you know When the boys are coming home I'll write you should I see the morning light Through these iron sights