You've got pies in the oven all across the sea i’m just here fighting for our
liberty that and a cold glass of beer that's why i’m here stealing coins is not
really stealing when i’m with these boys we don't share feelings but we sure
make noise crashing on enemy walls we crash till it falls and if i fall to taste
the ground and you hear a fire bell sound don’t fear it's just the bullets
bouncing off my helmet kindly keep this between you and me don't tell the
papers just what i said just let them figure it out what's in my head ships at
bay i tattooed an anchor right beside your name an anchor so sure that i
won't float away it's under my uniform sleeve it's there till i leave
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