paroles de chanson Enemy's Belly - Chartreuse

I′ll be the last on the field
And my barrel will be the last to clear
And I'll aim high, I′ll aim high
I'll aim high, I'll aim high

I′ll sleep on the enemy′s belly
And I'll take shelter under their trees
When they ask me, "Where is your spine?"
I′ll say I left it at my mother's bedside

Oh, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight (oh, oh)
Goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight

When I speak now, I hear a different sound
One I′ve never heard before coming out my mouth
A unique sound, the sound of a coward burrowing deeper underground
The sound of a coward burrowing deeper underground
The sound of a coward burrowing deeper underground
The sound of a coward burrowing deeper underground

Goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight (oh, oh)
Goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight

And I'll aim high, I′ll aim high
I'll aim high, I'll aim high
I′ll aim high, I′ll aim high
I'll aim high, I′ll aim high

Goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight (oh, oh)
Goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight