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Oh boy, I love the smell Of brass, burning cordite, and lead Brass, burning cordite, and lead Brass, burning cordite and lead And here they come Coming
spikes in the wanest remains of the moonlight He imbibed more than was wise for his rages Tracked by the serials stamped on his wages Powder and cordite
underground With cordite in the darkness, he milks the bleeding veins of gold When the smoking rock-face murmurs, he always thinks of you African sky blue
will you bless my life? Oh will you bless my life? Oh will you bless my life? The warrior's now a worker and his war is underground With cordite in
underground With cordite in the darkness, he milks the bleeding veins of gold When the smoking rock-face murmurs, he always thinks of you African sky blue
the reflection My hair combed back like a raven's wing My muscles hard and tight And curling from the business end of my gun Was a query-mark of cordite Well I
cordite in the darkness he milks the bleeding veins of gold When the smoking rockface murmurs, he always thinks of you African sky blue, will you see him
in hindsight I tried to keep perspective despite The flash of the fuse, the smell of cordite [Chorus] Now I'm in that place again And I know he
And curling from the business end of my gun Was a query-mark of cordite Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right I spun to the left again "Fear me!
When you leave There's cordite in the air A ringing in the stillness Smoke drifting up the stair When you leave When you leave My heart
of routine Scans his dials and smiles Secure in the beauty of military life There is no right or wrong Only tin cans and cordite and white cliffs
his dials and smiles Secure in the beauty of military life There is no right nor wrong Only tin cans and cordite and white cliffs And blue skies
A knackeries recital Respiring lines of warm stupefying black powder cordite Hilti DX seven five zero Low velocity recoil lock and load Into cerebral grey
and smell the cordite A weaver, plaiting on a loom All grace and rather dashing, 1911 go Boom, Boom, Boom! It's win win win (1911) A mercy-kill for boring
one Just need a Religion and sub machine gun Whirly birds dropping shells and the smell of cordite Divide, conquer, Kill and partite Something in
Those made from technology Stake claim to humanity Of cyborgs and their queens The meek lay slaughtered in between Cordite fog it blinds their eyes
his dials and smiles Secure in the beauty of military life There is no right or wrong Only tin cans and cordite and white cliffs And blue skies
of cordite well I spun to the left, I spun to the right and I spun to left again "fear me! fear me!" but no-one did cause they were dead Huh!
alive We were marchin' down the road to Buchenwald My nostrils burned of cordite, as I flexed my arm in pain We were hoping that the Krauts had given up
me ain't your best move Grab the hammer Click the whip Crack cordite and burn the fire You desire what we all desire All my demons just asking God No
got the funds, for the whole fucking night my nigga My money floods, I'm explosive like cordite my nigga So cold I'm ab, frostbite my nigga won't come
and cordite A wedding and some funerals now isn't that sweet? You're all so happy and it's making me sick I'll watch you suffer and it gives me a kick
A knackeries recital Respiring lines of warm stupefying black powder cordite HILTI DX seven five zero Low velocity recoil lock and load Into cerebral grey
You floated careful words to me, something about you had to leave Plans all blown to hell in a cordite filagree But the wind don't need you around
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