I Bury The Living Lyrics - Morrissey

A wretched outcast with no point of view 

What could I do? 

Just military servants 

I carry out the powerful vulgarian view 

I scatter glue 

Do as I say or I scatter you 

Oh, no, no, no, no, no 

You can't blame me 

I'm just an innocent soldier 

There would be no war if not for me 

I'm just a sweet little soldier 

No, no, no, no, no 

You can't blame me 

I'm just an innocent soldier 

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Give me an order, I'll blow up a border 

Give me an order, I'll blow up your daughter 

Call me brave, call me a peace-making hero 

Call me anything except what I am 

From a class without, I haven't a clue 

What the war is about 

I haven't got a clue, have you? 

Oh no, no, no, no 

You can't blame me 

I'm just an innocent soldier 

There would be no war if not for me 

I'm just a sweet little soldier 

No, no, no, no, no 

You can't blame me 

After all I'm just 

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Duty done by the moment at hand 

I am answerable only to Jesus 

And with the grace of God 

I will die in my own bed 

If you wonder what's in my head 

It's just the hatred for all human life 

When I lose mine, my mother will say: 

"He died doing the job he loved" 

But I died with a bullet to the forehead 

That wasn't the job I loved 

That wasn't the job I loved 

That wasn't the job I loved 

Funny how the war goes on 

Without our John, without our John 

It's funny how the war goes on 

Without our John, without our John 

Funny how the war goes on 

Without our John, without our John 

It's funny how the war goes on 

Without John, without our John