Chris Mills - Untitled No. 1 Lyrics
It started with words in a bar on a late winter's eveningBy the first flush of spring, sides were chosenAnd lines were drawnThe red summer sun set on fields of banners wavingAnd the autumn leaves fell like bodiesFrom the battlementsWe dug in, played to win, for we knewOur cause was righteousIt did not matter that we knew not what it wasFor the radio said that the lives of our wives and babiesWere under attack by vampires and aliensIn the mud, we suffered the frost and the cannon fireAs generals fed on the breast of the war machineCommanding us to die for their gilded pleasuresWhile maggots ate all of our rations cleanA thought like a thread sent outFrom beneath the AtlanticCarried news of the fast-approaching enemy lineAs my lips drank deep the blood of a terrible monsterI recognized two dead eyes and a face like mineWe broke ranks, smoked and drankIn the heart of an unholy cityTraded chocolate with childrenHid Vermeers beneath our coatsMade love to the whores on the steps of the Tower of BabelAnd woke with steely blades pressed to our throatsA thousand years in a cage, we thought ourselves forgottenPrisoners of something we did not understandWhen word finally came that the fighting all was overThough we could return, we could not go home again
