Phoney War
On the border of beyond and nowhere fast, I forward
Marched thorough mines. My best friend Rover by my
Side... my guide - he ran before me. Scoring bones of
Dead explorers scattered in the dust.. it makes a plate
That's fit for pedigrees. It's minus x degrees + falling.
And I'm thankful for the gloves they gave me. I'm
Thankful for the mask when they sent me to the front
Armed with a white flag + a mask. "Go win their
Confidence", they said, "then steal their money -
Shoot them dead. We'll split things 50-50.
Now I don't believe in promises.
I don't believe in you.
I don't believe in anything... would you?
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