Dunkirk Songtext
von Silverbacks

I hurt my soul, my soul was hurt
On a private beach in Dunkirk
I stared at arms, the bikes went by
On a private beach in Dunkirk

My wife clipped me, she clipped me good
I hurt my soul in manhood
Swinging arms, obedient commuters
On the tarmac beaches by Dunkirk
Swinging arms, frustrated commuters
Bashed in suits in Dunkirk

A safety pin right through the ear
Forty years of manhood

Every punk trick in the book
Every punk trick in the book
Same old punk trick from the book
Every punk trick in the book


Crying infants and high tides
Soldiers lost in Dunkirk
Sunken castles and Advil
Underneath the arches of Dunkirk

My wife clipped me, she clipped me good
I hurt my soul in manhood
Swinging arms, obedient commuters
On the impassioned streets by Dunkirk
Swinging arms, frustrated commuters
Bashed in suits in Dunkirk

A safety pin right through the ear
Forty years of manhood

Every punk trick in the book
Every punk trick in the book
Same old punk trick from the book
Every punk trick in the book
Every punk trick in the book
Every punk trick in the book
Same old punk trick from the book
Every punk trick in the book

And you wanted to go somewhere
You wanted to go somewhere
And you wanted to go somewhere