for the 'marching beat' I was drumming on a trash can
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Prisoners of war! They won't walk another step. They're just tired and they're fighting each other again
Prisoners of war! They don't need me anymore. I'll just play my jew's harp at the prison door
and it don't seem right to make them fight all night
and it don't seem right to let them be all right
Prisoners of war! They're just humans after all, and what does it matter if they get away?
Prisoners of war! They won't need you anymore. All these borderlines have lied to us before
And they've got to stick together and they need to love each other and they need to stick together to survive
and they don't know where they're going they've just got to get away from all the soldiers that would like to see them dead!
Prisoners of war! There's no need to feel so down. You've got so much live for probably
Prisoners of war! I'd like to apologize. I see you've got your own nooses and I've got mine