[ lyrics: Wilfred Owen/music: J.C. Lombardo ]



bent double like old beggars in sacks
knockkneed and cursing or coughing like hags
men marched on sleeping some without boots
fatigue drunken deaf still to the hoots
of breaking gas shells
dropping softly behind
but limped on bloodshod
all went lame all went blind

gas gas quick boys fumbling helmets in time
someone still screaming a man in fire or lime
under a grey cloud dim dark through green light
in all my dreaming before my helpless sight
he plunges at me
choking guttering drowning
put in a wagon he had to keep pace
as his eyes melt to his face

if you could hear blood
gurgling from ruptured lungs
if you could witness
vile sores on innocent tongues
you would not tell me
not with such pride and such zest
the lies of history
dulce et decorum est
pro patria mori
some desperate glory
pro patria mori
as witness disturbs the story
pro patria mori
stand firm boys breathe the glory

WALLS COME TUMBLING DOWN Pide Mi Vida Born To Roll (Jeep Ass Niguh Remix) Don't Let Go (Love) I Don't Wanna Face It Jump On It Man of the Year May Each Day It's Your Turn A Part Of Me Walter's Theme Eu Quero Mais A Girl Like You Love O Rama Modern Girl Outside Of Me Tell the Story No Questions Asked You're Not Alone As Is Impossible/Jam Blue Sunshine Throw That Beat In The Garbage Can Bad Luck Streak In Dancing School

Where Do Broken Hearts Go One Word Where You Are Gotta Let You Have It Good Times Fatalist Kiss You to Death Call On Me Criminally Insane When The Going Gets Tough (The Tough Gets Going) Le Monde Est Stone Twelfth Of Never Female Players L??????�g??????¨re Moving Pictures ABRACADABRA You Were Right (Intro) Goodbye Dark Shines Cast Down Strade So Strange Rock A Hula Baby Character Charisma