No Survivors

No Survivors

G.b.h
(album: Leather, Bristles, No Survivors & Sick Boys)

No survivors in this game of hate, we all get changed in a certain way.
Our ideals changed by mortar, there isn´t a person who doesn´t pay.

No survivors, burst the bubble.
No survivors, too much trouble.
No survivors, your just a pawn.
No survivors, don´t conform.

Boys mature to men in weeks, while rivals stay on the boil.
The time is right, the ´real´ cowards, we all suffer at this toil.

So patriots who wear your flag, can enlist and die together.
I´ll stay at home, protect MY world, do two years and wear a white feather.

The fields in France are full of heroes, now only poppies remain.
Their colour red, their number many, and still not achieved their aim.