FOOD FOR POWDER

Our graves will be shallow
And our names unknown
It's the trenches or the gallows
We'll never come back home

We cannot win nor surrender
And leave no man behind
No we won't be remembered
And our bodies you will not find
No, our bodies you will not find

Today we're going over
Me and my dear friends
There on the grass and clover
All the madness ends
Oh, all the madness ends

All the madness ends!

Feed the guns
Feed the guns
Feed the guns
Feed the guns
Feed the guns
Feed the guns

Feed the guns
Brothers, fathers, sons

Sisters, mothers, daughters
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