Shake me down, not a lot of people left around Who knows now? Softly laying on the ground, ooh Not a lot people left around, ooh, ooh In my life, I have
EHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I shake, I move the shake the girl gets hot, I shake I move and the girl gets hot I shake I move and the girl gets hot I shake I move
Death was everywhere In the air and in the sounds Coming off the mounds of Bolton's Ridge Ooh, death's anchorage When you rolled a smoke or told a joke
Louis was my dearest friend Fighting in the ANZAC trench Louis ran forth from the line I never saw him again Later in the dark I thought I heard Louis
Bitter branches spreading out There's none more bitter than the wood Into the wide world it grows Twisting under soldiers' feet Standing in line and
I live and die through England Through England It leaves a sadness Remedies never were within my reach I cannot go on as I am Withered vine reaching
Walker sees the mist rise Over no man's land He sees in front of him A smashed up waste ground There are no fields or trees No blades of grass Just unhurried
We got up early, washed our faces Walked the fields and put up crosses Passed through the damned mountains Went hellwards and some of us returned And
The west's asleep, let England shake Weighted down with silent dead I fear our blood won't rise again Won't rise again England's dancing days are done
Goddamn Europeans Take me back to beautiful England And the gray, damp filthiness Of ages and battered books And fog rolling down behind the mountains
How is our glorious country ploughed? Not by iron ploughs How is our glorious country ploughed? Not by iron ploughs Our land is ploughed by tanks and
People throwing dinars at the belly-dancers In a sad circus by a trench of burning oil People throw belongings, a lifetime's earnings Amongst the scattered
I've seen and done things I want to forget I've seen soldiers fall like lumps of meat Blown and shot out beyond belief Arms and legs were in the trees
The scent of Thyme carried on the wind Stings my face into remembering Cruel nature has won again Cruel nature has won again On Battleship Hills caved
Ho, ho, ho Shake up the happiness Wake up the happiness Shake up the happiness It's Christmas time There's a story that I was told And I wanna tell the
Shake, Sherry, shake (Shake, Sherry, woo) Shake, Sherry, shake (Shake, Sherry, woo) Shake, Sherry, shake (Shake, Sherry, shake) Mercy, mercy, you don
I see ya shake and shimmy Cross the burger shop floor I never seen a woman move so slow I'm dyin', french-fryin' By the seat of my pants Take a bite
heavens thrash fixation turning mass direction having a relationship without guilt mass direction off and away hazy circles round the eyes so long how
