Franz Ferdinand

 
 

The mud is cold, my feet are wet 
I run for cover and try to catch my breath 
You can’t grab your chance while letting it pass you 
Dead as dirt as they build you a statue 

The skies are dark, and the colors are pale 
All is quiet as my vision fails 
You can’t grab your chance while letting it pass you 
Everything burns, nothing has value 

They will call it an epic failure 
300 000 men died for the sailors 
400 000 men died for the angels 
Wilhelm and his invaders 

Caught between the old and the new 
The last to lose and the happy few 
The bullets are passing through the animals 
Everything burns, nothing has value 

They wrote it down in Versailles 
But do all those who lie here know why they died 
Did you really believe them when they told you the cause 
Did you really believe that this war would end the wars 

They will call it an epic failure 
500 000 men died for the labor 
600 000 men died for the acres 
Nicholas and Anastasia 

They will call it an epic failure 
500 000 men died for the labor 
600 000 men died for the acres 
Nicholas and Anastasia 

Franz Ferdinand, Franz Ferdinand 
How could you understand 
14 million people would perish by their unforgiving hands 

Their unforgiving hands! 

They will call it an epic failure 
800 000 men died for the savior 
900 000 men died for the maker 
George and the faithful 

They will call it an epic failure 
800 000 men died for the savior 
900 000 men died for the maker 
The war of the ages