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Schiet 'm dood in z'n poot
Op de hoek van de straat stond een NSBer 't is geen man, 't is geen vrouw maar een ras plebejer Schiet hem dood in zijn poot stop hem in een kistje doe er dan wat water bij dan zwemt hij als een visje toemba toemba toemba toemba toemba toem-ba Toemba toemba toemba toemba toemba toem-ba Lalala lalala lalalalalala La lalala la la lalala la la lalala la la la Verzetsliedje uit de oorlog |
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Rod Mckuen - Soldiers who want to be heroes
Words & Music by Rod McKuen (slechte kwaliteit, mooi nummer, prefecte tekst) verse: Come and take my eldest son, show him how to shoot a gun Wipe his eyes if he starts to cry when the bullets fly. Give him a rifle, take his hoe, show him a field where he can go To lay his body down and die without asking why chorus: Soldiers Who Want To Be Heroes number practically zero But there are millions who want to be civilians Soldiers Who Want To Be Heroes number practically zero But there are millions who want to be civilians verse Sticks and stones can break your bones; even names can hurt you But the thing that hurts the most is when a man deserts you Don’t you think its time to weed the leaders that no longer lead From the people of the land who’d like to see their sons again? chorus: Soldiers Who Want To Be Heroes number practically zero But there are millions who want to be civilians Soldiers Who Want To Be Heroes number practically zero But there are millions who want to be civilians verse: God if men could only see the lessons taught by history That all the singers of this song cannot right a single wrong Let all men of good will stay in the fields they have to till Feed the mouths they have to fill and cast away their arms -written in 1965, first published, 1967 |
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