It's not for me the dead stare cold,
It's not for me they pine
They stare through my weeping eyes
Further down the line.
At men in clubs with books and maps
And seats high up in the air
At men in suits who puff cigars
And gamble without care.
(Chorus)
No, it's not for me the dead cold stare
It's not for me they pine
They stare through my weeping eyes
Further down the line.
I try to speak, to give them hope
To tell them this will pass
But the words stick thick inside my throat
As the cry goes up: 'Masks on fast!'
Now we sit in an open trench
My silent friends and I,
Wiling away the Haunted Yellow Hours
Too dead to wonder why.
(Chorus)
Oh, it's not for me the dead cold stare,
It's not for me they pine
They stare through my weeping eyes
Further down the line.
(Sotto voce)
At men in clubs with books and maps
Who gamble without care
Who leave us dying in the cold
Choking on foul air
Drop like flies in the jaundiced smog
Drop like flies to die
Poisoned by the cankered gods
Who spew out lie after lie
(Chorus)
No, it's not for me the dead cold stare
It's not for me they pine
They stare through my weeping eyes
Further down the line
(Whispered)
No, it's not for me the dead cold stare,
Further down the line
It's not for me they pine
They stare through my weeping eyes
Further down the line.
At men in clubs with books and maps
And seats high up in the air
At men in suits who puff cigars
And gamble without care.
(Chorus)
No, it's not for me the dead cold stare
It's not for me they pine
They stare through my weeping eyes
Further down the line.
I try to speak, to give them hope
To tell them this will pass
But the words stick thick inside my throat
As the cry goes up: 'Masks on fast!'
Now we sit in an open trench
My silent friends and I,
Wiling away the Haunted Yellow Hours
Too dead to wonder why.
(Chorus)
Oh, it's not for me the dead cold stare,
It's not for me they pine
They stare through my weeping eyes
Further down the line.
(Sotto voce)
At men in clubs with books and maps
Who gamble without care
Who leave us dying in the cold
Choking on foul air
Drop like flies in the jaundiced smog
Drop like flies to die
Poisoned by the cankered gods
Who spew out lie after lie
(Chorus)
No, it's not for me the dead cold stare
It's not for me they pine
They stare through my weeping eyes
Further down the line
(Whispered)
No, it's not for me the dead cold stare,
Further down the line
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