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Digging all day and digging all night
To keep my foxhole out of sight
Digging into dinner on a plate on my knees
The smell of damp webbing in the morning breeze
Fear in my stomach, fear in the sky
I eat my dinner with a weary eye
After all this it won't be the same
Messing around on Salisbury plain
Pick up your feet, fall in, move out
We're going to a party way down south
Me and the corporal out on a spree
Damned from here to eternity
I can already taste the blood in my mouth
We're going to a party way down south
I hate this flat land, there's no cover
For sons and fathers and brothers and lovers
I can take the killing, I can take the slaughter
But I don't talk to Sun reporters
I never thought that I would be
Fighting fascists in the southern sea
I saw one today and in his hand
Was a weapon that was made in Birmingham
Pick up your feet, fall in, move out
We're going to a party way down south
Me and the corporal out on a spree
Damned from here to eternity
I can already taste the blood in my mouth
We're going to a party way down south
I wish Kipling and the Captain were here
To record our pursuits for posterity
Me and the corporal out on a spree
Damned from here to eternity, oh
- Album:
- Tooth & Nail
- Mr. Love & Justice
- Mermaid Avenue
- Mermaid Avenue-vol Ii
- Miscellaneous
- William Bloke
- No Pop, No Style, Strictly Roots
- The Internationale
- Workers Playtime
- Talking with the Taxman about Poetry
- Brewing Up With Billy Bragg
- A Concert For Kirsty MacColl
- The Bottom Line Archive Series: In Their Own Words Vol. 2
- Mermaid Avenue: The Complete Sessions
- The Cooking Vinyl Sampler 2013
- The New Music: 16 Tracks From the Best New Albums
- No One Knows Nothing Anymore
- Mojo: 2013: The Best of the Year
- Live at the Union Chapel London
- Versions of Joanna: The Oxfam America Benefit Album