OPC - Dulce Et Decorum Est

Malcolm on nylon & Lliam on steel string Acoustics, Beva on Perc . Written by Malcolm Lucard Recorded by Mike Grace In a beatup barrio of bricks & linoleum down by the locked up water Dirty Eddie & the coffee brewing of a young unwed daughter The police & the drug lords of Panama City were snoring When nana heard the helicopters, tanks & troops scream by the door As the first explosions of dawn caught fire on the roof She ran to the window but the word she heard were foreign Dulce Et Decorum Est, Pro patria mori Bullets bolted the doors on the poor peoples part of town Beat out to the streets by flames where they were instantly run down Joan of Arc would’ve been proud to see them jump from the second story Dulce Et Decorum Est, Pro patria mori Sweet & noble it is to die for your country but the first strike attack is always meaningless oratory Dulce Et Decorum Est, Pro patria mori Yea ya think you’re really brave, you’re a soldier & a fighter I’ve seen bombs make your M16s seem like a cigarette lighter In Medellín they missed the general, but they killed 300 more Innocents where the bus to kingdom come sometimes pulls out without warning So up and coming coke addicts could maintain their sick euphoria The button pressed a nation of hope began to rise screaming ramparts anthems of addiction soared across the sky South America shuddered as the rain started falling Dulce Et Decorum Est, Pro patria mori Sweet & noble it is to die for your country But there’s no time for honor in this upped up allegory Dulce Et Decorum Est, Pro patria mori