Lost Brigade
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We are the soldiers of the lost brigade
We’re only here to fade
The soldiers of the lost brigade
it’s what the captain said
All of our heroes are dead
Or walking by the grave.
11th hour, 11th day
Our everyday is the same
No one will call out our name
The soldiers of a lost brigade

And hammer on, we’re doing fine
Hammer on, we get along
We are depressed but it’s all right
Under suppression we’re having fun
We’re laughing under the gun.

We’ve seen flogs
We’ve been punched
Got humiliation
For lunch
We were born in the city
We grew underground
If we rose our heads
They pushed it down
Live on dog food
And lemonade
The soldiers of the lost brigade

So hammer on, we’re doing fine
Hammer on, we get along
We are depressed but it’s all right
Under suppression we’re having fun
We’re laughing under the gun.

We don’t care to live
We care less to die
We surely breathe
If it means we’re alive
We trade our silence for grenades
The soldiers of the lost brigade