Our boys have returned as men, our men
Our men have returned, amen
The spoils of war, the hero, the lads
Men pulled together for war
Set out to fight for the great British flag
That was waved by their thousands ashore
Waving farewell, the girls bare it all
And pull up their jumpers and skirts
Carried away the crowd calls for more
And the men felt it worth fighting for.
It s all gone before, sexy Sue, saucy Jane
The pin-up that s carried to battle
The mascot that marks in every plane
Every gun, markers of death
Symbols of men
In whose name we are slaughtered like cattle
In every good war there s a nude on the wall
To keep the men happy and straight
A saucy ole joke lads, it s all harmless fun
When we hit land, who shall we rape?
Ah, the spoils of war, the kickers, the bras
Momentos to give you support
While the bombs drop around
You fumble in dreams
With blank eyes see the corpses you ve fought.
Our boys have gone away, our boys
Our boys have gone away
Our men have returned all tattered and burned
Our men have returned, amen.
The guns point their muzzles away to the land
And below deck the men throw darts
The nipples are bullseyes, the head counts for less
And there s no points for hitting the heart.
Shapely Jane, 25, said Those lovely real he-men
no red-blooded girl can deny
are there for the taking,
but it s all so frustrating
if you re married and already tied
But bare it all girls and have all the dreams
Of dashing young soldiers so brave
Send him a garter, a cross, love ever after
For soon he will be in his grave
Ah, those rotting young men who all did their duty
Are sinking away in the sea
And they ve missed, just for them,
the Invincible panties, displayed in the Sun
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The bodies of war, the pin-up, the corpse
Flesh that is perfect and torn
The breast that is curved, that is pink and seductive
The breast that is ripped and laid bare
The beckoning arms, the legs that are parted
The welcoming look and the wink
The arms that are shredded, the legs that are no more
The face that is rotten and stinks
The sickness of war, the men gone before
Good luck and God speed you away
The madonna is there, stripped naked and bare
On the door, she will show you the way
Our boys have gone away, our boys
Our boys have gone away
Our men have returned all tattered and burned
Our men have returned, amen
User, abuser, the conquering man
Makes use of the spoils of war
Confirming the glory, the woman is raped
And the soldiers rename her as whore
Their bodes are torn and disfigured
In their heads life is never the same
From the wall Saucy Sal is still smiling
As the nightmare is caught in his pain
Her body still perfect and tempting
Is blistered with blood of his tears
His body confused and still frightened
Turns from the truth that he fears
His friends that were killed for the reason
Of war that is fought over lies
The pin-up remains ever after
Immortal as all around dies.
Our boys have returned as men, our men
Our men have returned again
Our men have returned all tattered
And burned, our men have returned, amen.