Текст песни Singing Out The Days - Chumbawamba
Half
the
front's
out
there,
half-buried
Some
of
them
alive
The
rest
of
us,
we
freeze
and
pray
for
Spring
"Dearest
Mother,
fill
my
lungs
till
victory
or
food
arrives"
What
else
can
we
do
out
here
but
sing?
Sixteen
years
and
never
been
kissed
Singing
out
the
days
Jumped
the
queue
and
the
waiting
list
Singing
out
the
days
Civvy
suits
and
new
recruits,
clean
your
rifle,
polish
your
boots
Learn
to
give
the
correct
salute
Singing
out
the
days
Singing
Singing
Singing,
singing
out
the
days
We
march
until
we
drop
Then
we
go
over
the
top
Singing,
singing
out
the
days
Lice
and
rats
along
the
trench
Singing
out
the
days
Coffin
nails
to
cover
the
stench
Singing
out
the
days
For
thirty
weeks
we
hold
the
line
while
all
the
toffs
get
reassigned
Apart
from
the
war,
we're
doing
fine
Singing
out
the
days
Singing
Singing
Singing,
singing
out
the
days
We
march
until
we
drop
Then
we
go
over
the
top
Singing,
singing
out
the
days
Songs
for
drowning
out
the
shells
Singing
out
the
days
Songs
to
prove
you're
alive
and
well
Singing
out
the
days
Songs
for
our
humanity
in
the
face
of
inhumanity
To
demonstrate
your
sanity
Singing
out
the
days
Singing
Singing
Singing,
singing
out
the
days
We
march
until
we
drop
Then
we
go
over
the
top
Singing,
singing
out
the
days
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