歌曲 | 1916 |
歌手 | Motörhead |
专辑 | Hit Collection |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Kilmister | |
16 years old when | |
I went to the war | |
To fight for a land fit for heroes | |
God on my side and a gun in my hand | |
Chasing my days down to zero | |
And I marched and | |
I fought and | |
I bled and | |
I diedAnd | |
I never did get any older | |
But I knew at the time that a year in the line | |
Was a long enough life for a soldier | |
We all volunteered and we wrote down our names | |
And we added two years to our ages | |
Eager for life and ahead of the game | |
Ready for history's pages | |
And we brawled and we fought and we whored till we stood | |
Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder | |
A thirst for the hun, we were food for the gun | |
And that's what you are when you're soldiers | |
I heard my friend cry and he sank to his knees | |
Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother | |
And I fell by his side and that's how we died | |
Clinging like kids to each other | |
And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood | |
And I wept as his body grew colder | |
And I called for my mother and she never came | |
Though it wasn't my fault and | |
I wasn't to blame | |
The day not half over and ten thousand slain | |
And now there's nobody remembers our names | |
And that's how it is for a soldier |
zuo ci : Kilmister | |
16 years old when | |
I went to the war | |
To fight for a land fit for heroes | |
God on my side and a gun in my hand | |
Chasing my days down to zero | |
And I marched and | |
I fought and | |
I bled and | |
I diedAnd | |
I never did get any older | |
But I knew at the time that a year in the line | |
Was a long enough life for a soldier | |
We all volunteered and we wrote down our names | |
And we added two years to our ages | |
Eager for life and ahead of the game | |
Ready for history' s pages | |
And we brawled and we fought and we whored till we stood | |
Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder | |
A thirst for the hun, we were food for the gun | |
And that' s what you are when you' re soldiers | |
I heard my friend cry and he sank to his knees | |
Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother | |
And I fell by his side and that' s how we died | |
Clinging like kids to each other | |
And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood | |
And I wept as his body grew colder | |
And I called for my mother and she never came | |
Though it wasn' t my fault and | |
I wasn' t to blame | |
The day not half over and ten thousand slain | |
And now there' s nobody remembers our names | |
And that' s how it is for a soldier |
zuò cí : Kilmister | |
16 years old when | |
I went to the war | |
To fight for a land fit for heroes | |
God on my side and a gun in my hand | |
Chasing my days down to zero | |
And I marched and | |
I fought and | |
I bled and | |
I diedAnd | |
I never did get any older | |
But I knew at the time that a year in the line | |
Was a long enough life for a soldier | |
We all volunteered and we wrote down our names | |
And we added two years to our ages | |
Eager for life and ahead of the game | |
Ready for history' s pages | |
And we brawled and we fought and we whored till we stood | |
Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder | |
A thirst for the hun, we were food for the gun | |
And that' s what you are when you' re soldiers | |
I heard my friend cry and he sank to his knees | |
Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother | |
And I fell by his side and that' s how we died | |
Clinging like kids to each other | |
And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood | |
And I wept as his body grew colder | |
And I called for my mother and she never came | |
Though it wasn' t my fault and | |
I wasn' t to blame | |
The day not half over and ten thousand slain | |
And now there' s nobody remembers our names | |
And that' s how it is for a soldier |