the beautiful south
poppy
'I fought hard in the Second World War'  You hear them shout  No good bragging about the Afrika Korps  It was Beadle's About   They dressed you up and took you off to World War One  Armed you and surrounded you with wire  Sat in stinking mud you sung your stupid songs  And waited till they told you when to fire   Cause the rulers always laugh  At a video bloodbath  Nothing makes them laugh  Like a video bloodbath   From the First World War to the Yom-Kippur  It was Beadle's About  The bayonets slice, the rockets roar  And he jumps out   Fond memories of the bloody bridge you failed to hold  Many of your buddies killed or maimed  You would've shot at rabbits if that's what you'd been told  Till the General said 'I'm sorry you've been framed'   Cause the rulers always laugh  At a video bloodbath  And nothing gets a laugh  Like a video bloodbath    Keep those entries coming  Leave those cameras running  Keep those entrails coming  Leave those soldiers gunning  Because you're sure to get a laugh  With a video bloodbath  Nothing gets a laugh  Like a video bloodbath   Here's a wacky video we got last week  A bomb catches Arthur unawares  He's lost both his arms and he can't see or speak  But thank you for the memory you shared   Cause the rulers always laugh  At a video bloodbath  And nothing gets a laugh  Like a video bloodbath   Keep those entries coming  Leave those cameras running  Keep those entrails coming  Leave those soldiers gunning  Because you're sure to get a laugh  With a video bloodbath  Nothing gets a laugh  Like a video bloodbath