1914
C’est mon dernier pigeon
[Intro: George Macready, Timothy Carey]
Hello there soldier, ready to kill more Germans?
Yes, sir
What's your name soldier?
Sir, Private Ferol, Company A
Aha. You married, Private?
No, sir
Well I'll bet your mother's proud of you
Yes, sir
Well carry on Private (Yes, sir) and good luck to you
Yes sir, thank you sir
Morning General
Good morning
Hello there soldier, ready to kill more Germans?
Yes, sir
Haha, working over your rifle I see
Well that's the way. It's the soldier's best friend
You be good to it and it'll always be good to you
Yes, sir
Haha, well good luck to you soldier, carry on

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 1]
Though they dig down to Douaumont
From there our bullets will take them
And though they climb up to the Vaux
From there we will pull them down
[Chorus]
We need more skulls
Kill, kill, kill
One ne passes pas
Tuer, tuer, tuer
We need more skulls
Kill, kill, kill
One ne passes pas
Tuer, tuer, tuer

[Verse 2]
600 men who are not afraid to die
Boches will swallow their pride
This fort is our grave, you shall not pass
Cross the Rubicon and die

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]
Buried ourselves as deep as we could
We breathe down your neck
Build barricades inside the corridors
Our bayonets always near your throats
Major Raynal counts the dead
And prepares us for the final attack
He opened the cage and let out the bird
Our last racing homer pigeon
[Verse 3]
Decisions made out of desperation
We place the cannon in the corridor
And when it swarms with Germans
We shoot, walls splattered in blood

[Chorus]
We need more skulls
Kill, kill, kill
One ne passes pas
Tuer, tuer, tuer
We need more skulls
Kill, kill, kill
One ne passes pas
Tuer, tuer, tuer