They called us walking corpses
Unholy living dead
They had to lock us up
Put us in their British hell

Make sure your face is clean now
Can't have no dirty dead
All the corpses here are clean, boy
All the Yanks in British hell

I don't want to be here in your London Dungeon
I don't want to be here in your British hell
Ain't no mystery why I'm in misery in Hell
Here's hoping you're swell

They called us walking corpses
Unholy living dead
They had to lock us up
Put us in their British hell

I don't want to be here in your London Dungeon
I don't want to be here in your British hell
Ain't no mystery why I'm in misery in Hell
Here's hoping you're swell

Make sure your face is clean now
Can't have no dirty dead
All the corpses here are clean, boy
All the Yanks in British hell

I don't want to be here in your London Dungeon
I don't want to be here in your British hell
Ain't no mystery why I'm in misery in Hell

Here's hoping you're swell
Here's hoping you're swell
Here's hoping you're swell
Here's hoping you're swell



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    After posting my comment I remembered that old nazi-skin motto, "Punk's dead, you're next." I assume that's what he's referencing when he says, "They call us walking corpses". Just a thought.

    Pathetic_Billon January 27, 2008   Link

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