WEEK 48/52: Front Lines

This song is about Colonel Tigh from Battlestar Galactica

Music/Lyrics: Steve Cruickshank

Production: Steve Cruickshank

LYRICS

Colonel at the front lines
Reporting for duty
If you didn’t like him
Maybe you weren’t meant to
You would often find him
Drinking alone
But how could we’ve known where it would lead

On your honour
You’re on your honour
On your honour
You’re on your own

Colonel at the front lines
Waiting to retire
Found that he was ready
To die of friendly fire
And the shockwave hit the camp
And our cover was blown
It was like he was waking up
It was like he’d come home

On your honour
You’re on your honour
On your honour
You’re on your own

The stunt that you pulled
Has brought our offence to its knees
Clean out your desk
And turn in all your weapons and keys

Clean out your desk
But whatever you do to survive
Think on that day of the soldiers
Who owe you their lives

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About brunswickproject

Every week, Steve Cruickshank and Joel Buxton meet in Joel's shitty kitchen, unplug the fridge, slug whiskey, and create a song. For 52 weeks. Or 'til somebody dies. Check out a new track on Soundcloud every Tuesday. http://www.soundcloud.com/brunswicktunes
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