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Coming through the mitrailleuseA Howitzer cannon and a Thompson gunOh you're a slovenly bunchLousy with sinYou're no better than those altruistsAnd the eagle scouts you belongWith the haemophiliacsOut on the front lineOut on the front lineWe've got the straw in the windTo fill your belly with buckshotIt's a minor detailThat we furbished with white-outYou want something concreteBut your city is sinkingIt was built on sandYou should have planned aheadOh leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal BirdsLeave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal BirdsLeave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal BirdsKeep your head out of the cloudsComing down, your victory towersLetras de cancionesThe sepals to the citadel have been hulled with flamesOh you've been unveiledThe manifest is writ with dreadAnd you're no better than those altruistsAnd eagle scouts you belongWith the convalescents who couldn't make it on the front lineOut on the front lineOut on the front lineWe've got the straw in the windTo fill your belly with buckshotIt's a minor detailThat we furbished with white-outAnd you want something concreteBut your city is sinkingIt was built on sandYou should have planned aheadOh leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal BirdsLeave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal BirdsLeave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal BirdsAnd keep, keep, keep, keep your head out of the clouds From Letras Mania