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Bring the march to a place in Munich where the church bell tolls
Where men set stools of rifles and bullets in return for gold,
A place in the country where blue murder is ten a penny
Where ghost tales of war are told by so many.

Bring the march to the place where we enlist
Young nor old there is no excuse to resist unless you are rich,
A place in the country where we can set up camp
With a view of explosions colouring the sky like lava lamps.

Bring the march to the place where the dead meet
Straight in line and stamp your feet in time to the marching beat,
A place in the country where the strong play to their feats
A time in our lives where the innocent are tied to defeat.

Goodbye dear soldiers; Take your leave.