The Painful Mustard Gas Line and Whats in side The mind

I am a British soldier, about five foot three
These hateful Nazi’s have just blinded me
with there mustard gas, and there minds diseased
Where am I at, oh Where could I be?

What happens next, only god knows

we wait in line, in the ghettos

i think i might die tonight, but i don't know

while they just slap us around as the wind blows

Will I ever see my parents again, or my wife and kids

or will i die hear and never live again

as the blood rapidly flows out of my eye sockets

my heart rate increases rapidly

I hold the gold locket that my daughter gave to me

because she said she wanted to look after me

I'll kill them, I'll kill them all

Them dirty Nazi thieves

I'll cut there spline right in half

then I'll cut out there knee's

and then for there eyes

I'll do what was done to I

They'll never see again

and if they do don't ask me

there very lucky men!