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don't tread on me (harlem hellfighters) - 1914 lyrics

my name is private johnson, i’m from aef
the 369th infantry regiment. from harlem to france, from ghetto to trench
and honestly, here’s not much difference
may 15th, an enemy patrol around twenty huns
me and a box of grenades, i threw it all then took up my rifle, c’mon

191 days under fire, never retire
men of bronze go forward or die
hold one’s ground that’s why they call us h*llfighters

god knows i give as good as i got
the f*cking labelle had a magazine clip of just three rounds and i firеd it all
there was no time for rеloading
i swung my rifle and brought it down with a thrown blow upon the enemy’s head
he went down crying and close*in fighting began
i stabbed one jerry in the stomach, felled a lieutenant and took a pistol shot in my arm before driving his knife between the ribs of a soldier who had climbed on my back

i k!lled four boches and wounded maybe ten or maybe five more can’t count it well
the only weapon left is my bolo knife
so i climbed up from the ground and charged, hacking away at the foes
there wasn’t anything so fine about it
just fought for my life
a rabbit would have done that

- 1914 lyrics

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