Morrissey — I Bury the Living

[Verse 1] A wretched outcast with no point of view What could I do? Just military service I carry out the powerful vulgarian view I scatter gloom, do as I say, or I'll scatter you Oh, no, no, no, no, no You can't blame me, I'm just an innocent soldier There would be no war if not for me I'm just a sweet little soldier No, no, no, no, no You can't blame me, I'm just an innocent soldier Give me an order, I'll blow up a border Give me an order, and I'll blow up your daughter [Verse 2] Call me brave, call me a peace-making hero Call me anything except what I am From a class without, I haven't a clue What the war is about, I haven't got a clue Have you? Oh no, no, no You can't blame me, I'm just an innocent soldier There would be no war if not for me I'm just a sweet little soldier No, no, no, no, no You can't blame me, after all, I'm just Honour-mad, cannon fodder Honour-mad, cannon fodder I'm honour-mad, cannon fodder I'm honour-mad, cannon fodder I'm honour-mad, cannon fodder I'm honour-mad, cannon fodder I'm honour-mad, cannon fodder Honour-mad, cannon fodder Honour-mad, cannon fodder [Verse 3] Duty done by the moment at hand I am answerable only to Jesus And with the grace of God, I will die in my own bed If you wonder what's in my head It's just the hatred for all human life When I lose mine, my mother will say "He died doing the job he loved" But I died with a bullet to the forehead That wasn't the job I loved That wasn't the job I loved That wasn't the job I loved [Outro] Funny how the war goes on Without our John, without our John It's funny how the war goes on Without our John, without our John La la la la la, la la La la la la la la la la la, la la La la la la la la la Funny how the war goes on Without our John, without our John It's funny how the war goes on Without John, without our John La la la la la, la la La la la la la la la la la, la la La la la la la la