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I wish the war was on, I know this sounds strange to you. I miss the war-time life, anything could happen then: around a corner, behind a door. I miss the canon fire, I miss the air strikes at night. Down on the basement floor, we held each other tight, it rained plaster, it rained glass, we held on for our life. I wish the war was on, I know this sounds strange to you. My poor crippled con, my sad one-legged Jew, I see what it's done to you. I wish the war was on, we really worked together then. Do you remember when you held the horse, I slit his throat, the blood ran, melting the snow? When the meat was carved the children screamed and the women cheered. Aus Songtexte Mania