Lyrics The Latin One.lrc 10,000 Maniacs
[id: pshkibrf]
[ar: 10,000 Maniacs]
[al: Hope Chest]
[ti: The Latin One]
[length: 02:59]
[00:05.53]Bent double like old beggars in sacks
[00:28.99]Knockkneed and cursing or coughing like hags
[00:31.99]Men marched on sleeping some without boots
[00:35.59]Fatigue drunken deaf still to the hoots
[00:38.46]Of breaking gas shells
[00:40.46]Dropping softly behind
[00:43.83]But limped on bloodshod
[00:47.04]All went lame all went blind
[00:50.74]Gas gas quick boys fumbling helmets in time
[00:54.62]Someone still screaming a man in fire or lime
[00:58.07]Under a grey cloud dim dark through green light
[01:01.68]In all my dreaming before my helpless sight
[01:05.00]He plunges at me
[01:07.24]Choking guttering drowning
[01:10.31]Put in a wagon he had to keep pace
[01:14.67]As his eyes melt to his face
[01:18.27]If you could hear blood
[02:01.07]Gurgling from ruptured lungs
[02:02.87]If you could witness
[02:04.33]Vile sores on innocent tongues
[02:05.80]You would not tell me
[02:07.83]Not with such pride and such zest
[02:09.30]The lies of history
[02:11.02]Dulce et decorum est
[02:13.23]Pro patria mori
[02:14.54]Some desperate glory
[02:17.84]Pro patria mori
[02:20.62]As witness disturbs the story
[02:23.77]Pro patria mori
[02:26.98]Stand firm boys breathe the glory
[02:46.36]Year of Release: 1990