Opposition
Paddy Fields
It's making me sick mumI don't like the food muchIt's cold at night timesI don't like this life muchWe're up at five a.m.We're just walking round and round againI don't like the sergeantHe's making me sick mumIn the paddy fieldsI hear voicesLate at night mumThe tones are cold onesIn a strange tongueI saw a mate of mine cop itRight in the face mumI kind of wish it was mineIn the paddy fieldsShoot that gun sonny boyRun the bajonets left and rightHere we go AngolaWritee home to your mother tell herHer son was a brave boyIn the paddy fields
From Letras Mania