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Crippled Black Phoenix
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Bostogne Blues
I was hid behind the big tree
that was knocked down or fallen and
I could see these Germans in the woods
across this big field,
and I saw this young kid crawling up a ditch straight towards my tree.
So I let him crawl. I didn't fire at him.
But when he got up within three or four foot of me,
I screamed at him to surrender.
And instead of surrendering, he started to pull his gun towards me,
which was instant death for him.
But this young man, he was blond, blue eyes, fair skin, so handsome.
He was like a little angel.
But I still had to shoot him.
And it didn't bother me the first night
because I went to sleep and I was so tired.
But the second night, I woke up crying
because that kid was there.
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And to this day, I wake up many nights
crying over this kid.
I still see him in my dreams and I don't know how to get him off my mind.
Men would fall on both sides, the attacks did surprise. I earned my colours true, as I lay dying with you in the forests of the Ardennes Mountains.
Storms in the sky, the planes could not fly. Their sly minds desire, of trying to try, to reach the Meuse River in four (4) days.
I know brother, we fear, and our wives are not near, and your child's unborn. Does here come the death? This daring we're reading of. The wind was too strong.
Your war crimes are a rude sight, in Malmedy that night, in some SS fucks mind the thoughts come up to decide on the massacre of 84 men.
So near, so far, the end of this War. Push your final offensive here on the Western Front, where you try to divide us, but there's a line, where you'll retreat, defeated; Siegfried.
Then the weather allowed a force to the sky, all progression needs fuel, yet you try to pursue, or thieve it in your failed operations.
Country wide, the levee's are smeared with my brothers demise, I'm trying to try, to remember some beautiful days.
Your war crimes are a rude sight, in Malmedy that night, in some SS fucks mind the thoughts come up to decide on the massacre of 84 men.
I know brother, we fear, and our wives are not near, and your child's unborn. Does here come the death? This daring we're reading of. The wind was too strong.
So near, so far, the end of this War. Push your final offensive here on the Western Front, where you try to divide us, but there's a line, where you'll retreat, defeated; The End.
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