X (Poet) - Excuses III lyrics

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X (Poet) - Excuses III lyrics

And I--ah, mine's a bitter case indeed; You call me slacker, coward, what you will-- I have a patent duty to fulfil By my white soul whose promptings I must heed: It's not my fault if heroes choose to bleed, Blood I abhor, and no man's blood I'll spill, My conscience simply will not let me k**-- The Sixth Commandment's plain for all to read. Clearly, who fights is either wicked or mad, And rage and malice are the spawn of hell; No quarrel have I with Germans or with Turks: I'm single--yes! Profession? I used to sell Cats' meat before the war; but times being bad I've taken a job at a munition works.