Billy Bragg - Island of No Return
Digging all day and digging all night
To keep my foxhole out of sight
Digging into dinner on a plate on my knees
The smell of damp webbing in the morning breeze
Fear in my stomach, fear in the sky
I eat my dinner with a weary eye
After all this it won’t be the same
Messing around on salisbury plain
Pick up your feet, fall in, move out
We’re going to a party way down south
Me and the corporal out on a spree
Damned from here to eternity
I hate this flat land, there’s no cover
For sons and fathers and brothers and lovers
I can take the killing, I can take the slaughter
But I don’t talk to sun reporters
I never thought that I would be
Fighting fascists in the southern sea
I saw one today and in his hand
Was a weapon that was made in birmingham
Pick up your feet, fall in, move out
We’re going to a party way down south
Me and the corporal out on a spree
Damned from here to eternity
I wish kipling and the captain were here
To record our pursuits for posterity
Me and the corporal out on a spree
Damned from here to eternity