Letra de Hellbent

We go marching off to war And the Richter scale swings Pile on those trains Pile in that hearse Pools congregate the men And segregate the girls I don't feel clean Where are my girls? Like hell bent inn Like hell bent inn There's an old man in his chair With a leather shaven grin I don't want war I don't need plays Like hell bent inn Like hell bent inn Like hell bent inn Like hell bent inn It's like hell bent inn Like hell bent inn It's like hell bent inn...