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(2005) |
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| The Trooper (live) | ||
| The Trooper (album version) | ||
| Prowler (live) |
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(Harris) |
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You'll take my life but I'll take yours too |
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You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through |
| So when you're waiting for the next attack |
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You' d better stand there's no turning back |
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The Bugle sounds and the charge begins |
| But on this battlefield no one wins |
| The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath |
| As I plunge on into certain death |
| The horse he sweats with fear we break to run |
| The mighty roar of the Russian guns |
| And as we race towards the human wall |
| The screams of pain as my comrades fall |
| We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground |
| And the Russians fire another round |
| We get so near yet so far away |
| We won't live to fight another day |
| We get so close near enough to fight |
| When a Russian gets me in his sights |
| He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow |
| A burst of rounds take my horse below |
| And as I lay there gazing at the sky |
| My body's numb and my throat is dry |
| And as I lay forgotten and alone |
| Without a tear I draw my parting groan |
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(Harris) |
|
You'll take my life but I'll take yours too |
|
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through |
| So when you're waiting for the next attack |
|
You' d better stand there's no turning back |
|
The Bugle sounds and the charge begins |
| But on this battlefield no one wins |
| The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath |
| As I plunge on into certain death |
| The horse he sweats with fear we break to run |
| The mighty roar of the Russian guns |
| And as we race towards the human wall |
| The screams of pain as my comrades fall |
| We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground |
| And the Russians fire another round |
| We get so near yet so far away |
| We won't live to fight another day |
| We get so close near enough to fight |
| When a Russian gets me in his sights |
| He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow |
| A burst of rounds take my horse below |
| And as I lay there gazing at the sky |
| My body's numb and my throat is dry |
| And as I lay forgotten and alone |
| Without a tear I draw my parting groan |
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(Harris) |
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Walking through the city, looking oh so pretty |
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I've just got to find my way |
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See the ladies flashing, all their legs and lashes |
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I've just got to find my way |
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Well you see me crawling through the bushes with it open wide |
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What you seeing girl? |
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Can't you believe that feeling |
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Can't you believe it |
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Can't you believe your eyes? |
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It's the real thing girl |
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Got me feeling myself, and reeling around |
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Got me talking, but feel like walking around |
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I'm on my way |