No Man`s Land

You say that you`d rather be really poor<br>Than scratching, saving, scrimping all the pennies<br>Looking in the windows at what you can`t afford<br>Always hungry, never starving <br>In no man`s land the days are long<br><br>You say that you`d rather be really ill<br>Than just having headaches, never have no energy<br>All the little allergies and all the little pains<br>Never getting better, never getting worse <br>In no man`s land the days are long<br><br>You say that you`d rather have no love at all<br>Than pathetic little words, half-hearted kisses<br>Never feeling anything, anything at all<br>Never no fire, never no passion <br>In no man`s land the days are long<br><br>Do you believe you can come out, fighting from you shell-hole<br>Or do you run for cover every time you hear a shot fired in anger?