Killing Ground (Live in Berlin)

歌詞

They do the things all soldiers do While they're waiting to die Writing letters to their friends That will never be delivered They have dreams about escaping Getting away underneath the fence And being, once more reunited With their families and friends Sitting calmly in the barracks From where they watch the guards Standing at the maingate Smoking and playing cards But this remains just wishful thinking Deep inside they all know There's no escape from this place A dead end is as far as they can go