Over and Out

The king he sent to look for me

A sergeant he did say:

“Young man, a soldier you must be

For fifty cent a day”

For fifty cent a day did I

Take off all things I wore

And I have marched to where I lie

And I will march no more

Get killed or die trying

I must get thrilled or lie dying

Tomorrow after new young men

The sergeant he must see

For things will all be over then

Between the king and me

Over... and out

Over... and out

Live or die is what it’s all about

I slit my throat while I scream and shout

Do it good and do it fast

Cause every hero becomes a bore at last

Get killed or die trying

I must get thrilled or lie dying

And I shall have to bate my price

For in the grave they say:

“It’s neither knowledge nor device

Nor fifty cent a day”

Over... and out

Over... and out

Live or die is what it’s all about

I slit my throat while I scream and shout

To all good comes a hatch

The chase is often better than the catch