Hey The bullets are flying I’m I really dying But I feel fine Yes I feel fine
And did you discover You have a brother Who’s dying on the line? Dying on the line
In this world of madness I was never taught to swim So now I drown in insanity With these emotions I hold within
Wish upon a shooting star In the hopes your dreams will come true One person’s dreams another’s nightmare You can’t separate the two You can’t separate the two
Hey The bullets are flying I’m I really dying But I feel fine Yes I feel fine
And did you discover You have a brother Who’s dying on the line? Dying on the line
And the solders are prophets and poets For the children not yet born But no one will ever remember our names Until there on the stone
And when this war is over And the red has mixed with green They will bury us in the poppy fields To hide what we have seen To hide what we have seen
Hey The bullets are flying I’m I really dying But I feel fine Yes I feel fine
And did you discover You have a brother Who’s dying on the line? Dying on the line
And what do we say to the orphans The reasons for our wars When we fight for a king and country Not knowing what the killing is for
As I lay here under the moon In my final place of rest The church will send me prayers To say that I am blessed
Your church will send me prayers To say that I am blessed To say that I am blessed But my blessing is this
Hey The bullets are flying I’m I really dying But I feel fine Yes I feel fine
And did you discover You have a brother Who’s dying on the line? Dying on the line
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The bullets are flying
I’m I really dying
But I feel fine
Yes I feel fine
And did you discover
You have a brother
Who’s dying on the line?
Dying on the line
In this world of madness
I was never taught to swim
So now I drown in insanity
With these emotions I hold within
Wish upon a shooting star
In the hopes your dreams will come true
One person’s dreams another’s nightmare
You can’t separate the two
You can’t separate the two
Hey
The bullets are flying
I’m I really dying
But I feel fine
Yes I feel fine
And did you discover
You have a brother
Who’s dying on the line?
Dying on the line
And the solders are prophets and poets
For the children not yet born
But no one will ever remember our names
Until there on the stone
And when this war is over
And the red has mixed with green
They will bury us in the poppy fields
To hide what we have seen
To hide what we have seen
Hey
The bullets are flying
I’m I really dying
But I feel fine
Yes I feel fine
And did you discover
You have a brother
Who’s dying on the line?
Dying on the line
And what do we say to the orphans
The reasons for our wars
When we fight for a king and country
Not knowing what the killing is for
As I lay here under the moon
In my final place of rest
The church will send me prayers
To say that I am blessed
Your church will send me prayers
To say that I am blessed
To say that I am blessed
But my blessing is this
Hey
The bullets are flying
I’m I really dying
But I feel fine
Yes I feel fine
And did you discover
You have a brother
Who’s dying on the line?
Dying on the line
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