A butcher, yes that was my trade
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But the King's shilling is now my fee
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A butcher I may as well have stayed
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For the slaughter that I see
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And the preacher in his pulpit
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Sermoned "Go and fight, do what is right"
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But he don't have to hear these guns
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And I bet he sleeps at night
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And I...
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And I can't stop shaking
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My hands won't stop shaking
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My arms won't stop shaking
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My mind won't stop shaking
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I want to go home
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Please let me go home
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Go home
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And I have seen a friend of mine
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Hang on the wire like some rag toy
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Then in the heat the flies come down
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And cover up the boy
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And the flies come down in Gommecourt,
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Thiepval, Mametz Wood, and French Verdun
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If the preacher, he could see those flies
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Wouldn't preach for the sound of guns
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And I...
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And I can't stop shaking
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My hands won't stop shaking
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My arms won't stop shaking
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My mind won't stop shaking
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I want to go home
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Please let me go home
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Go home
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Butcher's Tale (Western Front 1914)
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The Zombies |