The Black Angels, 'Young Men Dead'

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Young Men Dead

Fire for the hills pick up your feet and let's go.
Head for the hills pick up steel on your way.
And when you find a piece of them in your site,
Fire at will, don't you waste no time.

Another thought of the unaware,
Addiction in disguise.

With a drop of blood,
You will take them out, for me.

Fire from the hills pick up speed and let's go.
Fire for real, yeah shoot to kill with no aim.
Head for the hills yes eyes on the camp fire glow.
Creep up there like a white mink hiding in snow.

And outta black a figure forms a soldier in the sky.
With a drop of love, trying to set you free.

Run for the hills, pick up your feet and let's go.
We did our jobs, pick up speed now lets move.
The trees can't grow without the sun in their eyes.
And we can't live if we're too afraid to die.

Hold on tight, yes hold on tight you're too slow.
Fire at the breeze that blows these thoughts through our mind.
Hire only thieves to steal the thoughts from our heads.

By 'The Black Angels'

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Siegfried Sassoon, 'Arms and the Man'

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Arms and the Man

Young Croesus went to pay his call
On Colonel Sawbones, Caxton Hall:
And, though his wound was healed and mended,
He hoped he’d get his leave extended.

The waiting-room was dark and bare.
He eyed a neat-framed notice there
Above the fireplace hung to show
Disabled heroes where to go
For arms and legs; with scale of price,
And words of dignified advice
How officers could get them free.

Elbow or shoulder, hip or knee,
Two arms, two legs, though all were lost,
They’d be restored him free of cost.
Then a Girl Guide looked to say,
‘Will Captain Croesus come this way?’

By Siegfried Sassoon