1983 - Lindisfarne

Talk about the last war, the past war, the one before

I wanna salute the troops and what is more

I’d like to toast a drink to the stink of the semaphore

I wanna parade on the graves of the gone before

We were all together then, officers and gentlemen

Prisoners and pressmen, hound dogs and yellow men

Three million dead or more, what a score

With God on your side you’ll never loose another war

But don’t despair, there’s more to come

Make your repairs, re-skin your drum

And I’ll guarantee World War Three

Will be the biggest show you’ve ever seen

The Russians are coming, I can feel it in my piss

Better get out your gun, set your sights and don’t miss

Better break out a bottle, make a toast to the past

If it don’t taste like vodka, you’d better make it last

But don’t despair, there’s more to come

Make your repairs, re-skin your drum

And I’ll guarantee World War Three

Will be the biggest show you’ve ever seen

But don’t despair, there’s more to come

Make your repairs, re-skin your drum

And I’ll guarantee World War Three

Will be the biggest show you’ve ever seen

What’s this I see?

There’s still foliage on the tree

Someone said hello, it was surely meant for me

Hello, I replied, feeling strange inside

He took me by the hand and he whispered an aside

It’s alright, don’t let it worry your head

War is over now but unfortunately you are dead

But don’t despair, there’s more to come

Come on make your repairs, re-skin your drum

And I’ll guarantee World War Three

Will be the biggest show you’ve ever seen