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The Chameleons UK
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Dali's Picture
It's time to act like a man
It isn't part of my plan
To die in some foreign land
Just like the razor in Dali's picture
Well there won't be any blood on my hands
What do they want me to be?
Cowards or killers are we
What do I really believe?
Hobson's choice it seems I'm caught
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
And his only legacy
Was a death without a face
Whose hands were stained with blood
Whose eyes were filled with dirt
Ran to meet his fate
In someone else's war
Little consolation
For my little orphan boy
That's war, boy
Go out and give it your best
Go out and slaughter the pest
Go out and kill with the rest
If you excel yourself they'll give you
A tin star you can pin to your chest
And his only legacy
Was a death without a face
Whose hands were stained with blood
Whose eyes were filled with dirt
Ran to meet his fate
In someone else's war
Little consolation
For my little orphan boy
That's war, boy
You have a numbing aversion to dying
You have a numbing aversion to dying
Cowards or killers are we
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Cowards or killers are we
Just like the razor in Dali's picture
Just like the razor in Dali's picture
Just like the razor in Dali's picture
Check out the razor in Dali's picture
Whoopsy daisy
Alternative Lyrics from Marks songbook (Dearest dead days):
It's time to act like a man
But it isn't part of my plan
To die in some distant land
I've seen the razor in Dali's picture
There won't be any blood on my hands
What do they want us to be?
Cowards or killers are we?
What do we really believe
Hobson's choice
It seems I'm caught
Between the Devil and the deep blue sea
And his only legacy
Is a dad without a face
Whose hands are stained with blood
Whose eyes are filled with dirt
Who runs to meet his fate
In someone else's war
Little consolation
For the little orphan boy
Go out and give it your best
Go out and kill with the best
Go out and die with the rest
For a cause that's twice as worthless
As the tin star that we'll pin to your chest
You have a morbid aversion to dying
Cowards or killers are we
Here comes the razor from Dali's picture
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