Testo di Shore Leave

See in the face from that over there place on the compose with the 1,000 yard stare die in their beds everyday while their thinning hair grays to the memory machine gun snare the staccato sound the days of valor and deference have come and gone the days of blood and soil are gone now it's time to move on we have a charge more meaningful for all the judgment lacked we've got targets on our backs everywhere we go including here