Line of Death Songtext
von The Jazz Butcher

It′s a man's life living in West Virginia.
It can take a chisel and stick it in ya.
They say they grow the world′s finest tobaccos.
I say they're wacko - totally mad!
He had a no-good job, he had this Vietnamese wife.
He had the law in his yard, he lived this trailer-camp life.
He re-invented himself, he had the Lord on his side.
He re-invented himself, he took himself for a ride.

Life in the navy suites a man fine!
Life in the navy - gonna make the world mine.
Life in the navy the American way:
Life in the navy blowing arabs away.


Chorus:

Hold on sailor, sit down sailor - don't waste your breath!
Hup! Two! Three! Four!
Floating on a boat along the line of death.

The Libyan genie grants your every wish:
He′s waiting for you - with the fish!
Plays the mad dog in the T.V. drama,
Likes to wear a uniform like the dalai lama.

Life in the navy can make you go blind.
Life in the navy for a nation of swine.
You should have seen for yourself, given gum to the kids:
He don′t feel proud anymore about the things that he did.

Chorus


Things move quicker and your blood runs thick along the line of death.