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I hear the oldies harking back to the old daysWork hard, respect your elders and the old waysMy grandma tells me about the war and her old matesMy great granddad barely ever told a soul, heyNow his correspondence lay on pen and paperBut I find the cursive writing kinda hard to decipherApparently he joined in every annual veteran's marchMy grandma reflects maybe he remembered too muchI wonder how much he could have forgotten if he triedFought for king and country's pride, twice he almost diedFirst time/ hair combed by a German bulletAnd maybe that's when she became a hairdresser, I don't knowLeft at 19 years of ageA country boy from Singleton wayShipped to France, Wellard's the nameAnything but to be labeled as a shirkerthe shame of being sent a white feather in a letterLife is hell[Verse 2]Churchill don't know what he's doing in the DardonellesThe newspapers sterilize it til it's hard to tellSay that General Hamilton is getting diggers mowed down at Lone PineStill they say 'there's no dying'And mum the stench of death is so trying, wellWe fall in line behind the British lineAnd hell is all around this 700 kilometre borderlineSongtexteThat's like a trench from Canberra to Melbourne, help me godThey're sending wounded men back to the frontWhile in the training camps fresh enlisters dormant for months40 000 taken by trench foot, the feet rotKnowing if you stick your head up you're for sure to be shotTry hand to hand combat when it's pitch black and foggyAnd unable to collect dead bodies, beyond sorrySorry for the sons of these nations, in death there's no war reparations[Chours] {x2}Life is hell, this is hellWrite me soon, hope you're wellLen Hall Gallipoli veteranGently passed away thinking we learnt not a thingPlayed the commonwealth cannon-fodder, his ominous wordsThat if he had to do it again, he'd fight for the TurksAnd the facts made way for the mythology, like you remember Bondy's victory speechGreat grandad, would you believe we're the aggressors now?New technology, you should see all the weapons nowListen closely when the diggers say that we're forgetting howYou shouldn't railroad your citizens to war unless you absolutely have toNever sell a war you go to war to defendMore than alliances in support of your women and menOnly once has there been a direct threatForgetting wars that we still haven't left yetThe next Tojo or Hitler I don't know and who wants that close to home?[Chours] {x2}And in those days, they measured by the metres gainedAs then today, still measured by the metres gained Aus Songtexte Mania