Stand To Your Glasses
Stand to your glasses steady
This world is a world full of lies
A toast to the dead already
Hurrah for the next man to die
We stand 'neath resounding rafters
The walls around us are bare
They echo back our laughter
It seems that the dead are still here
Stand to your glasses steady
This world is a world full of lies
A toast to the dead already
Hurrah for the next man to die
In flaming Spad and Camel
With wings of wood and steel
For mortal stakes we gamble
With cards that are stacked for the deal
Stand to your glasses steady
This world is a world full of lies
A toast to the dead already
Hurrah for the next man to die
Denied by the land that bore us
Betrayed by the ones we hold dear
The good have all gone before us
And only the dull are still here
Stand to your glasses steady
This world is a world full of lies
A toast to the dead already
Hurrah for the next man to die
We loop in the purple twilight
We spin in the silvery dawn
With a trail of smoke behind us
To show where our comrades have gone
Stand to your glasses steady
This world is a world full of lies
A toast to the dead already
Hurrah for the next man to die
. . . Hurrah for the next man to die. . .
Arrangement Copyright © 1997 Dick Jonas. Ail rights reserved. Author unknown; arrangement by Dick Jonas; Air Force traditional, via Bill Getz in "The Wild Blue Yonder"