Lindisfarne - 1983 lyrics

Hull Talk about the last war, the past war, the one before I wanna salute the troops and what is more I'd like to toast a drink to the stink of the semaphore I wanna parade on the graves of the gone before. We were all together then, officers and gentlemen Prisoners and pressmen, hound dogs and yellow men Three million dead or more, what a score With God on your side you'll never loose another war. But don't despair, there's more to come Make your repairs, re-skin your drum And I'll guarantee World War Three Will be the biggest show you've ever seen. The Russians are coming, I can feel it in my piss Better get out your gun, set your sights and don't miss Better break out a bottle, make a toast to the past If it don't taste like vodka, you'd better make it last. But don't despair, there's more to come Make your repairs, re-skin your drum And I'll guarantee World War Three Will be the biggest show you've ever seen. But don't despair, there's more to come Make your repairs, re-skin your drum And I'll guarantee World War Three Will be the biggest show you've ever seen. What's this I see? There's still foliage on the tree Someone said hello, it was surely meant for me Hello, I replied, feeling strange inside He took me by the hand and he whispered an aside. It's alright, don't let it worry your head War is over now but unfortunately you are dead. But don't despair, there's more to come Come on make your repairs, re-skin your drum And I'll guarantee World War Three Will be the biggest show you've ever seen.