Hmmm humming
Do you hear the distant strumming
The humming and the strumming
Are coming from afar
Mmm do I hear drumming
Amidst the humming and strumming
They'll never see us coming
We're beneath the radar
Ooh they must be joking
I can see the tops of their heads poking out
the top of the Trojan Guitar
Well they marched on toward
The front lin, together they roared
"We'd rather die by your sword
Than live under your gun
But none of this matters to us any more"
And you may have won the battle
But you'll never win the war
Fly fly my beauties
To do your dirty duties
Just plant the seets of mutiny
Amongst themselves they'll spar
So a leeching we go
To massage the greatest ego
It ain't about money, no
But I betcha one or two of 'em are
We'll lull them into a false sense
Of security and then let battle commence
And take down the Trojan Guitar
Well they marches on toward
The front line, together they roared
"We'd rather die by your sword
Than live under your gun
But none of this matters to us any more"
And you may have won the battle
But you'll never win the war
Charge!
Here I lie dismembered
The mutineers surrendered
They'll always be remembered
As the cowards that they are
All along they pretended
The enemy they befriended
They sacrificed our splendid plans
To make a quick dollar
But just as all hope is dwindling
Broken it up into kindling
I shall build as another Trojan Guitar
La la la la
La la la la lalalala la la
La la la la
None of this matters to us any more
La la la la
La la la la lalalala la la
La la la la
We've long forgotten what we're fighting for
Well they marched on toward
The front line, together they roared
"We'd rather die by your sword
Than live under your gun
But none of this matters to us any more"
And you may have won the battle
But you'll never win the war
Hot Leg - Trojan Guitar Lyrics
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Hmmm humming
Do you hear the distant strumming
The humming and the strumming
Are coming from afar
Mmm do I hear drumming
Amidst the humming and strumming
They'll never see us coming
We're beneath the radar
Ooh they must be joking
I can see the tops of their heads poking out
the top of the Trojan Guitar
Well they marched on toward
The front lin, together they roared
"We'd rather die by your sword
Than live under your gun
But none of this matters to us any more"
And you may have won the battle
But you'll never win the war
Fly fly my beauties
To do your dirty duties
Just plant the seets of mutiny
Amongst themselves they'll spar
So a leeching we go
To massage the greatest ego
It ain't about money, no
But I betcha one or two of 'em are
We'll lull them into a false sense
Of security and then let battle commence
And take down the Trojan Guitar
Well they marches on toward
The front line, together they roared
"We'd rather die by your sword
Than live under your gun
But none of this matters to us any more"
And you may have won the battle
But you'll never win the war
Charge!
Here I lie dismembered
The mutineers surrendered
They'll always be remembered
As the cowards that they are
All along they pretended
The enemy they befriended
They sacrificed our splendid plans
To make a quick dollar
But just as all hope is dwindling
Broken it up into kindling
I shall build as another Trojan Guitar
La la la la
La la la la lalalala la la
La la la la
None of this matters to us any more
La la la la
La la la la lalalala la la
La la la la
We've long forgotten what we're fighting for
Well they marched on toward
The front line, together they roared
"We'd rather die by your sword
Than live under your gun
But none of this matters to us any more"
And you may have won the battle
But you'll never win the war
Do you hear the distant strumming
The humming and the strumming
Are coming from afar
Mmm do I hear drumming
Amidst the humming and strumming
They'll never see us coming
We're beneath the radar
Ooh they must be joking
I can see the tops of their heads poking out
the top of the Trojan Guitar
Well they marched on toward
The front lin, together they roared
"We'd rather die by your sword
Than live under your gun
But none of this matters to us any more"
And you may have won the battle
But you'll never win the war
Fly fly my beauties
To do your dirty duties
Just plant the seets of mutiny
Amongst themselves they'll spar
So a leeching we go
To massage the greatest ego
It ain't about money, no
But I betcha one or two of 'em are
We'll lull them into a false sense
Of security and then let battle commence
And take down the Trojan Guitar
Well they marches on toward
The front line, together they roared
"We'd rather die by your sword
Than live under your gun
But none of this matters to us any more"
And you may have won the battle
But you'll never win the war
Charge!
Here I lie dismembered
The mutineers surrendered
They'll always be remembered
As the cowards that they are
All along they pretended
The enemy they befriended
They sacrificed our splendid plans
To make a quick dollar
But just as all hope is dwindling
Broken it up into kindling
I shall build as another Trojan Guitar
La la la la
La la la la lalalala la la
La la la la
None of this matters to us any more
La la la la
La la la la lalalala la la
La la la la
We've long forgotten what we're fighting for
Well they marched on toward
The front line, together they roared
"We'd rather die by your sword
Than live under your gun
But none of this matters to us any more"
And you may have won the battle
But you'll never win the war