Testo di December 1943

I can't remember (remember) Each time it slipped right through my fingers The eyes and faces of my brothers (my brothers) They never made it back home to their mothers And all I remember (remember) Of 1943 december Me and sullivan behind the line, we gathered (we gathered) Too fucked to hold the match to the fire The smoke lead the way back to death in flames My disbelief in what we built for me Bogged down with no warning, no hope No hands to hold, no hands to pray for me No hands to hold, no hands to pray No hands to hold, no hands to pray No hands to hold, no hands to pray No hands to hold And I remember The prayers my mother's mother taught her And no, I don't believe her I'd be dead with my fellow men and the preacher No hands to pray If I should die before, before I wake I pray the lord for my soul, my soul to take No hands to hold, no hands to pray No hands to hold, no hands to pray for me No hands to fold, no hands to pray No hands to hold, no hands to pray for me No hands to fold, no hands to pray No hands to hold, no hands to pray for me