Thursday, September 8, 2011

Survival

Billy, Billy, boy,
Got a new toy,
Bang bang boom,
The world's a tomb.

Boy, don't you cry,
Nor shout in joy,
For every tear or laugh,
Fall flat on majors like chaff.

Camp like hell,
Feed as a horse,
Who knows when the war gets over,
Could well be a corpse.

Slight touch of a button,
Dead beat mutton,
That's how it ends,
Them bloody fast lanes.


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