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'' You're Certainly Not A Martyr ''
I am now in training,
to blow myself to bits,
the first thing is to brainwash me,
so the idea nicely fits.
I asked if I could try it out,
before I finally go,
they said that wasn't practical,
why they didn't know.
The problem with my mission is,
a test run's not allowed,
my trainers said, you can't do that,
we could end up in a shroud.
I asked them what their ages were,
they both said, eighty nine,
they claimed they had a right to live,
for me to die was fine.
I've asked them why they're still alive,
if this concept is so fabled,
they said they'd love to do my job,
but they could end up disabled.
I said you're being ridiculous,
what you say are lies,
they said no, when it's time to go,
we live, it's you who dies.
That's why we are tutors,
to train you for your death,
while you're out dying,
we're still inhaling breath.
They've told me not to worry though,
the bombs within my vest,
won't give me any problems,
I'll die with all the rest.
I asked them what will happen,
if my bomb then fails to blow,
they said I'd need to run like hell,
extremely fast, not slow.
I don't believe a word they say,
I've never craved for glory,
as for being blown to bits,
well that's another story.
What about our leaders,
who advocate this farce,
while we're out dying,
they're sitting on their arse.
I've never known the people,
that I'm supposed to kill,
why would I even contemplate,
doing this against my will.
I'm thinking now this suicide,
is not what they portrayed,
as my time draws nearer,
I'm becoming more afraid.
Would someone be there to help me,
or would I be left alone,
they said that if I messed it up,
sorry, but you're on your own.
They claim I'll go to Heaven,
for carrying out my task,
I asked them how they knew that,
they said I shouldn't ask.
My readings of the Bible,
say clearly this is wrong,
the good book says, ''You Must Not Kill'',
all life we must prolong.
I've now come to a decision,
my training is forsaken,
those innocent people will now live,
their lives I could have taken.
Most of us have seen the light,
there's no one left to train,
they use women and the handicapped,
they are really that insane.
The only thing that's guaranteed,
when you sound your own deaths knell,
is for you there'll be no Heaven,
you will go straight to hell.
If you think you'll die in glory,
then you need to be much smarter,
you really are just murdering cowards,
'You Are Certainly Not A Martyr''.
to blow myself to bits,
the first thing is to brainwash me,
so the idea nicely fits.
I asked if I could try it out,
before I finally go,
they said that wasn't practical,
why they didn't know.
The problem with my mission is,
a test run's not allowed,
my trainers said, you can't do that,
we could end up in a shroud.
I asked them what their ages were,
they both said, eighty nine,
they claimed they had a right to live,
for me to die was fine.
I've asked them why they're still alive,
if this concept is so fabled,
they said they'd love to do my job,
but they could end up disabled.
I said you're being ridiculous,
what you say are lies,
they said no, when it's time to go,
we live, it's you who dies.
That's why we are tutors,
to train you for your death,
while you're out dying,
we're still inhaling breath.
They've told me not to worry though,
the bombs within my vest,
won't give me any problems,
I'll die with all the rest.
I asked them what will happen,
if my bomb then fails to blow,
they said I'd need to run like hell,
extremely fast, not slow.
I don't believe a word they say,
I've never craved for glory,
as for being blown to bits,
well that's another story.
What about our leaders,
who advocate this farce,
while we're out dying,
they're sitting on their arse.
I've never known the people,
that I'm supposed to kill,
why would I even contemplate,
doing this against my will.
I'm thinking now this suicide,
is not what they portrayed,
as my time draws nearer,
I'm becoming more afraid.
Would someone be there to help me,
or would I be left alone,
they said that if I messed it up,
sorry, but you're on your own.
They claim I'll go to Heaven,
for carrying out my task,
I asked them how they knew that,
they said I shouldn't ask.
My readings of the Bible,
say clearly this is wrong,
the good book says, ''You Must Not Kill'',
all life we must prolong.
I've now come to a decision,
my training is forsaken,
those innocent people will now live,
their lives I could have taken.
Most of us have seen the light,
there's no one left to train,
they use women and the handicapped,
they are really that insane.
The only thing that's guaranteed,
when you sound your own deaths knell,
is for you there'll be no Heaven,
you will go straight to hell.
If you think you'll die in glory,
then you need to be much smarter,
you really are just murdering cowards,
'You Are Certainly Not A Martyr''.
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`` You`re Certainly Not A Martyr ``
`` You`re Certainly Not A Martyr ``
