New Model Army - No Man's Land Lyrics
You say that you'd rather be really poorThan scratching, saving, scrimping all the penniesLooking in the windows at what you can't affordAlways hungry, never starvingIn no man's land the days are longYou say that you'd rather be really illThan just having headaches, never have no energyAll the little allergies and all the little painsNever getting better, never getting worseIn no man's land the days are longYou say that you'd rather have no love at allThan pathetic little words, half-hearted kissesNever feeling anything, anything at allNever no fire, never no passionIn no man's land the days are longDo you believe you can come out, fighting from you shell-holeOr do you run for cover every time you hear a shot fired in anger?