Eighteen - Lyrics

Eighteen (WORRALL/WORRALL)

Roll-up, role-up it’s theatre time
Sign-on war goon’s die-straight line
Sanitized, legitimized
Peak viewing for lying eyes
Boys’ toys: adrenaline quest
Army Soldier – Be The Best

Here, Johnny’s just the job for you
See the world learn something new
Washed up Thatcher’s backwater
Lean beef pimped for slaughter
The senseless futility of a war
You fight but who the hell for

CH: Eighteen eighteen six times three
Bouncing on your mommy’s knee
Eighteen eighteen nine times two
Your whole life in front of you
Eighteen: Culled in your prime
Eighteen: Frozen in time
EIGHTEEN EIGHTEEN EIGHTEEN

Playin god but it’s hard come down
Pullin slags in the faded towns
Every corner cheating death
Wondering is this your last breath
Some ghoul hits control alt delete
The hole world opens up at your feet

Blinding light: numb with pain
Please take me, can’t do this again
Crying out loud for mum in dust
But the reaper always comes first
Body-bags, they’re hitting harder
Yet more weans without a father


© WORRALLS 2009 Split-This Music, preaching inhuman rights,
lyrics reproduced in memory of weapons expert David Kelly