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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
d*mned 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
d*mned 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
d*mned from here to eternity