Sabac Follow
Bac's Anthem lyrics
When sentenced to die?
The stuttering rifles
Will stifle the cry
The monstrous anger
The fear's rapid rattle
A desert inferno
Kids dying like cattle
Don't tell me we're not prepared
I've seen today's marine
He's eighteen and he's eager
He can be quite mean
No mockeries for them
No prayers or bells
The demented choirs
The wailing of shells
The boys holding candles
On untraveled roads
The fear spreads like fire
As shrapnel explodes
I think it's wrong
To conscript our youth
Against their will
When plenty of our citizenry
Really like to kill
What sign posts will lead
To Armageddon's fires
What bugles will call them
From crowded gray shires
The women sit quiet
With death on their minds
A slow dusk descending
The drawing of blinds
Make the hunters all line up
It's their idea of fun
And let those be forgiven
Who never owned a gun
Was it him or me
Or the wailing of the dead?
The laughing soldiers cast their lots
And you can cut the dread
When sentenced to die?
The stuttering rifles
Part of these releases
Bac's Anthem Video
Comments on Bac's Anthem
Submit your thoughts
These comments are owned by whoever posted them. This lyrics site is not responsible for them in any way.
© to the lyrics most likely owned by either the publisher () or
the artist(s) (Sabac) which produced the music or artwork. Details
