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DUTY BOUND


From the barracks, they took us there in trucks
I said to Johnny “the whole think sucks
I don’t mind the fighting, I don’t mind the rucks

But now we’re gonna slaughter some poor dumb fucks”
He said “we’re duty bound, don’t mess around
They said we had to liberate the whole damn town
There’s death in their hearts and in their eyes
We’re gonna teach ‘em what it’s like to terrorise!”

Blood on my hands
There’s blood on my hands
Red blood on my hands
Dead blood on my hands

They didn’t weep, they didn’t cry
We didn’t look them in the eye
By the side of the lake, warm sun in the sky
In all god’s heaven, what a place to die!
The ancient stones, the ancient bones
The pretty houses, the family homes
The mothers & brothers & lovers & friends
We made it stop. We made it end

Blood on my hands
There’s blood on my hands
Red blood on my hands
Dead blood on my hands

Come, holy blood of the martyrs
Make me clean, A dream
Oh! The such as man could be so violent
Oh! The sun was lost the birds were silent

“Back in the trucks!” The officers cried
“Don’t tell a soul how many died
It doesn’t matter, they’re not on our side”
So much silence, so many lied
It didn’t seem true, it didn’t seem real
We’re just fighting for our ideal
Taken by madness, taken by fear
We said our prayers, did anyone hear?
Blood on my hands
There’s blood on my hands
Red blood on my hands
Dead blood on my hands

Taken by madness, taken by fear
We said our prayers, did anyone hear? X3

Blood on my hands
There’s blood on my hands
Red blood on my hands
Dead blood on my hands