The Last Bombed City

I would sound a battle cry

If I were not afraid to die

I, her lover, fight for England's glory

Fighting enemies, such bravery she sees in me.

I slept in the mud all night

Shared with rugged boys the pictures of our princesses

This is not the roaring twenties yet

And we're old enough not to forget...

God bless the warring nations

Every soldier at his station

I can tell my girl how pretty

The fires of the last bombed city

And hereafter I'll be a killer

And I'll drink out my days with a century who'll hate me forever

Poets wrote about my rights and wrongs

Music halls filled up for wartime song

And gentlemen in wigs said "Jolly Good lad!

You've made this country what it is"

And what it is...

The greatest war in History

That memory is not ours, it isn't mine

I remember all that is not fiction

I was cheated, retreating defeated.

God bless the warring nations

Every soldier at his station

I can tell my girl how pretty

The fires of the last bombed city

And hereafter I'll be a killer

And I'll drink out my days with a century who'll hate me forever

God bless the warring nations

Every soldier leaves his station

We'd know nothing of defeat

As every army would retreat

And thereafter, I'd be a father

And my girl'd be a mother

And we'd drink to eachother forever...!