Текст песни 1983 - Lindisfarne

Talk about the last war, the past war, the one before
I want to salute the troops and what is more
Like a toast they drink to the stink of the semaphore
Want a parade on the graves of the gone before
We were all together then, officers and gentlemen
Prisoners and pressmen, hound dogs and Yettermen
Three million dead or more, what a score
With God on your side, you'll never lose another war

But don't despair, man, there's more to come
Make your repair, risking your draw
And I'll guarantee World War Three
Will be the biggest show you'll ever see

The Russians are coming, I can feel it in my piss
Better get out your gun, set your sights and don't miss
Better break out a bottle, make a toast to the past
If it don't taste like vodka you'd better make it last

But don't despair, there's more to come
Make your repair, risking your draw
And I'll guarantee World War Three
Will be the biggest show you'll ever see

But don't despair, there's more to come
Make your repair, risking your draw
And I'll guarantee World War Three
Will be the biggest show you'll ever see

What's this I see? There's still foliage on the tree
Someone said hello, it was surely meant for me
Hello, I replied, feeling strange inside
He took me by the hand and he whispered an aside
"It's all right, don't let it worry your head
War is over now, but unfortunately you are dead"

But don't despair, there's more to come
Go on, make your repair, risking your draw
And I'll guarantee World War Three
Will be the biggest show you'll ever see