Joolz - Musket, Fife And Drum lyrics

»I wouldn't say he is the perfect soldier, m' Lord, But he is a very good soldier. Admittedly, his record isn't spotless. But there's nothing that cannot Be accounted for by youthful high spirits And he is very young, barely twenty, Very fit, bright, proved to be Extremely amenable to training. There o no evidence of psychological disturbance, However, he can give no definite explanation Or reasons for his actions, So now, with your permission, my Lord, I should like to call the boy to the witness box.« »I don't know why I did it, Sir, I think we had some stupid arguement In camp the night before Over a card game: we played cards a lot, Sir, It's the boredom, you see, Mind you, it's enough to make anyone ratty Listening to that shelling And those wogs k**ing each other Day in, day out; and nothing for us to do Since we're there to 'keep the peace' Bit of a joke that, Sir, If you don't mind me saying so. We were all well and truly Stalled off, Sir, shut up all the time... Anyhow I think Smithie said I'd cheated. But I hadn't, Sir, And he wouldn't leave off All that night, needling me. And the nerd day, on patrol, Sir, I told him to pack it in Or I'd let him have it... I didn't mean it, but I was upset Then the other two just laughed And said I was all mouth And always had been. It's funny, Sir, I remember really clear How hot and dusty it was And I could hear in my head Sergeant Becker's voice, from combat training, Shouting, shouting, »k** the ba*tard!, k**, You little f**ing nancy boy...« And I just held my finger on the trigger, What happened after that was like a dream...«