STALINGRAD

 
 

I was told there’s no atheists in fox holes 
But God left this fucking city long ago 
A wind that blows forty degrees cold 
As I bury my worthless soul in the snow 

“Once more unto the breach” 
Oh, they never stood here 

Nero fiddled while Rome burned to the ground 
He can sit upon his throne, with his broken crown 
Everyone here knows it won’t be that bad 
to be sent straight to Hell from Stalingrad 

Moscow gritted as Hans fixed their aim 
But you can have a statue in your name 

Two men for every rifle, a life for every fight lost 
Dragged behind the shed, then shot like a dog 
And as our own men nail you to the cross 
We can pretend it was for a cause 

“Once more unto the breach” 
Oh, they never stood here 

Nero fiddled while Rome burned to the ground 
He can sit upon his throne, with his broken crown 
Everyone here knows it won’t be that bad 
to be sent straight to Hell from Stalingrad 

Moscow gritted as Hans fixed their aim 
But you can have a statue in your name 

Nero fiddled while Rome burned to the ground 
He can sit upon his throne, with his broken crown 
Everyone here knows it won’t be that bad 
to be sent straight to Hell from Stalingrad 

Moscow gritted as Hans fixed their aim 
But you can have a statue in your name 

Moscow gritted as Hans fixed their aim 
But you can have a statue in your name