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Posted: 10/15/2001 8:44:24 AM EDT
Here`s a little diddy from a band called Marrilion. Seems someone is a little pissed off at the Brits. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Armalite, street fights, nightsights Searching the roofs for a sniper, viper, fighter Death in the shadows, he`ll maim you, wound you, kill you for a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores, boys baptised in wars. Morphine, chill scream, bad dream Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags Your girl has married your bestfriend, loves end, poison pen Your flesh will always creep, tossing, turning sleep The wounds that burn so deep. Your mother sits at the edge of the world when the cameras start to roll Panoramic viewpoints ressurect the killing fold Your father drains another beer, he`s one of the few that cares Crawling behind saracen`s hull from the safety of his living room chair Forgotten sons And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the Tricolor I must fear evil for I am but mortal and mortals can only die Asking questions, pleading answers, from the nameless, faceless watchers that stalk the corridors of Whitehall Who order desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation in their guarded bureaucratic wombs. Minister, minister care for your children, order them not into damnation to eliminate those that would trespass against you for whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory for ever and ever Amen-----------Halt! who goes there? Death, approach friend. You`re just another coffin on it`s way down the emerald aisle Where the childrens stony glances mourn your death in a terrorists smile The bomber`s arm places fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves, Alleys sing with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell. Forgotten sons From the dolequeue to the Regiment a profession in a flash but remember Mondays signings when from door to door you dash. On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier count the cost For a second you`ll be famous but labeld posthumous Forgotten sons
Link Posted: 10/15/2001 8:59:21 AM EDT
Link Posted: 10/15/2001 10:51:17 AM EDT
I don't know the name of the song, but it was real popular in Northern Ireland. The first clue is "Armalite." Seems the Irish like that term a lot. I think it refers to the AR18/180 more than the AR15/M16.
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