skrivemaskin

A Good Day to Die

Take me out to the firing squad
Gimme a taste of beer
Tell the soldiers to load their guns
And blow me the hell out of here

Give my regards to the sergeant
I wish they could kill him instead
I don't mind if you tell him
I shit in his boots
But please wait until after I'm dead...

Take me out to the firing squad
Gimme a taste of beer
Tell the soldiers to load their guns
And blow me the hell out of here

I never wanted no part of this army
And now they're gonnna blow me away
Just for doin' what I was trained to do
... What the hell, it's a good day to die

Take me out to the firing squad
Gimme a taste of beer
Tell the soldiers to load their guns
And blow me the hell out of here

It was me who fucked the captain' daughter
Hell, she told me she was sixteen
When the time comes for her
To have her child
She can name it after me

Take me out to the firing squad
Gimme a taste of beer
Tell the soldiers to load their guns
And blow me the hell out of here

Bury me outside of Rosie's Bar
Bottle of scotch in my hand
An electric guitar for my headstone
To the sound of a rock'n'roll band

Take me out to the firing squad
Gimme a taste of beer
Tell the soldiers to load their guns
And blow me the hell out of here !