
We Ain’t Going to Sea No More Oscar Brand
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[Verse 1]
We have seen our aircraft carriers, we have heard the cruisers roar
We've seen our battle wagons sweeping everything before
But we're stuck aboard this tin can till the goddamn war is o'er
Well, we ain't going to sea no more
[Chorus]
Holy Jesus, what a hell of a way to die
Holy Jesus, what a hell of a way to die
Holy Jesus, what a hell of a way to die
We ain't going to sea no more
[Verse 2]
Submariners get the glory when they come home from the scrap
Landing craft men get promotions while the Seabees get a nap
Aviators get the medals, tin can sailors get the crap
We ain't going to sea no more
[Chorus]
Holy Jesus, what a hell of a way to die
Holy Jesus, what a hell of a way to die
Holy Jesus, what a hell of a way to die
We ain't going to sea no more
[Verse 3]
There is rust upon the fo'c'sle, there is soot upon her stacks
There is fuel oil in her bilge and salt upon her depth charge racks
Barnacles on her bottom, and we got 'em in our cracks
Well, we ain't going to sea no more
We have seen our aircraft carriers, we have heard the cruisers roar
We've seen our battle wagons sweeping everything before
But we're stuck aboard this tin can till the goddamn war is o'er
Well, we ain't going to sea no more
[Chorus]
Holy Jesus, what a hell of a way to die
Holy Jesus, what a hell of a way to die
Holy Jesus, what a hell of a way to die
We ain't going to sea no more
[Verse 2]
Submariners get the glory when they come home from the scrap
Landing craft men get promotions while the Seabees get a nap
Aviators get the medals, tin can sailors get the crap
We ain't going to sea no more
[Chorus]
Holy Jesus, what a hell of a way to die
Holy Jesus, what a hell of a way to die
Holy Jesus, what a hell of a way to die
We ain't going to sea no more
[Verse 3]
There is rust upon the fo'c'sle, there is soot upon her stacks
There is fuel oil in her bilge and salt upon her depth charge racks
Barnacles on her bottom, and we got 'em in our cracks
Well, we ain't going to sea no more
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