it happened in the gutters

near the dirty river's shore

where the rats were the readers

and on the run

from the rising sun

and the war

they ain't gonna follow their leaders

down the drain

in the pouring rain

anymore



in the chest of someone who just lost his life

with the light of dawn was found a soldier's knife



cold september day - dark and grey

watch out - beware

les chiens de la guerre

tears like raindrops fall - reaper's call

la peine des mères

les chiens de la guerre  



in the name of the father - in the name of the gun

in the name of whatever

they'll find a reason

when it's hunting season

and fun

'cause some brains were never

made for thinkin'

and there's still some drinkin' to be done



seas of blood and slime

helmets filled with hate

raise your glass, my friend

it's time to kill your mate



cold september day.............