i explode out of your head
electric guitars going up n down the keys
a chromatic mirage
in my dreams he calls me
tell em about the deadmans hand
yeah i see it all
i hear the shots
i smell the blood of dying men
i see a line of rapists in a ghetto
i see someone smashing a window
the revolution
its breaking out everywhere baby
czar peter napoleon nero charlemagne the 3rd
has ordered us to CRUSH the revolution
which revolution centurion ? some soldier asks
whichever fuckin’ one they send us to boys now shut yer gob!
the song hangs over the fucked up fields of crimea
dealing out the frigging deadmans hand all over the place
read em n weep boys
barb wire and speed
mustard gas on yer breakfast?
a spear in yer guts?
a grenade implodes a foxhole and the enemy stagger out choking
kill em all kill em all! screams the fucking sergeant
with my bear hands i rip out their filthy heathen heaving souls
some fucker whacks me in the head and i reel back
oh i’m enjoying myself now
i take out my great equalizer and i let em have it
ka boom
they all fall apart in a spray of blood and quavers
that night i sit in some captured hell hole of a town
we sit around complaining
the sarge comes in
EH? WHATS ALL THIS FUCKING GRUMBLING MY LADS…?
some lancer tries to answer him
he fucking grabs the lancer
WHATS YOUR FUCKING NAME LANCER?
austin….sir
WELL AUSTIN
THE EMPIRES GOT YOU BY THE BALLS OLD SUN
SO GET ON WITH IT AND YOU MIGHT GET TO KEEP EM …..!
i suddenly wished
i had never appeared ……
the next day we down these subterranean caves
looking for osama bin judas crockett locksley and his merry men
they got it all strung like a 12 string razor
going up n down
tiny blades tinkle in the twinkling wind
mad women swaying at the back of the chorus
oh ah oh ah oh ah
i cant tell if its day or night
no sounds around me suddenly
where are we…….?
some doomed soldier will wander in the gloom forever
where are you….?
i dont fucking know
we’re on the way…..
we’re on the way to crush the revolution…
the wilderness years
still the bush burnt for me
i burnt the bush
and the bush spoke to me
the bush said i am jehovah
NOW KILL FOR ME!!!
and he dealt me out five cards
five AGENTS OF FORTUNE
i gasped as i saw
that i was holding the dead mans hand
beware the ricochet !screamed the sarge
as a big bald pict skewered him with his alt-rez ray
a crazy german blew out his brains in a turret
the dalmation empress with her scorched earth
bullets flying taking toll
billy dont be a hero
machine gun
hey joe i heard you shot yer old lady down
take these guns offa me
i cant shoot em any more
wear a gun n be proud
but bare breasts not allowed
ratta tat tat tat
kill em all
n let jesus the man of peace sort em out
tonite we will dine in valhalla
george harrison wades in
the drums of war pound
the bass locks on like a rocket
following yer jetplane home and flying right up yer exhaust until
KA BOOM!
the mad widows wail gone into hyperdrive
the guitars fracture
the generals crumble
the poppies grow in flanders field
we are the dead
we are the dead
on the way
to crush the revolution
which one sarge?
WHICHEVER ONE THEY FUCKIN’ GOT, BOYS!