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Can’t comprehend in my dome From home The number of other boys Taken from toys Voyages on hearse Life slip from hand Tight grip on garand Thousands dead in the sand Tight grip on 1911 As they rise to heaven How many? A baker’s dozen from age 7 Scattered like stones Fear white as bones On male youths skin Short in the tooth Forced into fighting by those long That sang a honeyed verse And cracked the champagne on their hearse

Landscapeds draped in horror Like a gown This is a rough town Sniper see your face for a minute as he gun you down Mean streets, Europe is bloody Love for nobody Razor wire ready Cut you up any hour Landmines hiding behind any flower Many young boys dreams squashed by Blue shells thrown from beyond Break through the sky any hour Knock you from no first place Fighting for your birthplace Player 38 of several million No chance to abscond No chameleon, confess You can’t hide in a dress White feather You fight Whatever the weather Deaths of thousands Unite us in bond Memorial Cerebral Come to figure that Having a penis is lethal To your life span Fast forward 100 years an These lads would a been watching game of thrones