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It's time to act like a manIt isn't part of my planTo die in some foreign landJust like the razor in Dali's pictureWell there won't be any blood on my handsWhat do they want me to be?Cowards or killers are weWhat do I really believe? Hobson's choice it seems I'm caughtBetween the devil and the deep blue seaAnd his only legacyWas a death without a faceWhose hands were stained with bloodWhose eyes were filled with dirtRan to meet his fateIn someone else's warLittle consolationFor my little orphan boyThat's war, boyGo out and give it your bestGo out and slaughter the pestGo out and kill with the restLetras de cancionesIf you excel yourself they'll give youA tin star you can pin to your chestAnd his only legacyWas a death without a faceWhose hands were stained with bloodWhose eyes were filled with dirtRan to meet his fateIn someone else's warLittle consolationFor my little orphan boyThat's war, boyYou have a numbing aversion to dyingYou have a numbing aversion to dying Cowards or killers are weCowards or killers are weJust like the razor in Dali's pictureJust like the razor in Dali's pictureJust like the razor in Dali's pictureCheck out the razor in Dali's pictureWhoopsy daisy From Letras Mania