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10000 Maniacs - The Latin One Lyrics

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  • [ lyrics: wilfred owen/music: j.c. lombardo ]
  • Bent double like old beggars in sacks
  • Knockkneed and cursing or coughing like hags
  • Men marched on sleeping some without boots
  • Fatigue drunken deaf still to the hoots
  • Of breaking gas shells
  • Dropping softly behind
  • But limped on bloodshod
  • All went lame all went blind
  • Gas gas quick boys fumbling helmets in time
  • Someone still screaming a man in fire or lime
  • Under a grey cloud dim dark through green light
  • In all my dreaming before my helpless sight
  • He plunges at me
  • Choking guttering drowning
  • Put in a wagon he had to keep pace
  • As his eyes melt to his face
  • If you could hear blood
  • Gurgling from ruptured lungs
  • If you could witness
  • Vile sores on innocent tongues
  • You would not tell me
  • Not with such pride and such zest
  • The lies of history
  • Dulce et decorum est
  • Pro patria mori
  • Some desperate glory
  • Pro patria mori
  • As witness disturbs the story
  • Pro patria mori
  • Stand firm boys breathe the glory

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