Paroles Line Of Death de The Jazz Butcher

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It's a man's life living in West Virginia.
It can take a chisel and stick it in ya.
They say they grow
The world's finest tobaccos.
I say they're wacko - totally mad!
He had a no-good job
He had this Vietnamese wife.
He had the law in his yard
He lived this trailer-camp life.
He re-invented himself
He had the Lord on his side.
He re-invented himself
He took himself for a ride.

Life in the navy suits a man fine!
Life in the navy
Gonna make the world mine.
Life in the navy the American way:
Life in the navy blowing arabs away.

Hold on sailor, sit down sailor
Don't waste your breath!
Hup! Two! Three! Four!
Floating on a boat
Along the line of death.

The Libyan genie grants your every wish:
He's waiting for you - with the fish!
Plays the mad dog in the T.V. drama,
Likes to wear a uniform
Like the dalai lama.

Life in the navy can make you go blind.
Life in the navy for a nation of swine.
You should have seen for yourself
Given gum to the kids:
He don't feel proud anymore
About the things that he did.

Hold on sailor, sit down sailor
Don't waste your breath!
Hup! Two! Three! Four!
Floating on a boat
Along the line of death.


Things move quicker
And your blood runs thick
Along the line of death.

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