Conells - Over There Lyrics
All right, pure delightTo see you stand inAll your glory.Oh the joys when your boysHit distant soil.And I hope to tryTo answer those who criticize you.Lead the sheep in their sleepTo slaughter.Wont abide, pushed asideLet me know when youve decidedIll decline when the signSays over thereYour game has a nameForce and fury, fact and fiction.Sound the call, and the wallsWill tumble.