Permission To Die

Permission To Die

Permission to die, Sir? Permission to die.
There’s a job that needs doing and I don’t need to know why.
I’m a disposable number, to whom you can lie,
So permission to die, Sir? Permission to die.

Permission to die, Sir? Permission to die.
If you’ve a war that needs fighting, then Sir, I’m your guy.
I’m only eighteen, but I swear I won’t cry,
Just give me permission to die, Sir. Permission to die.

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