Nits - J.O.S. Days

The war monument is still standing
Between two football fields
With the names of the men that were killed on the battle fields
They were center forwards, keepers and backs
They thought they would win

It's a family tradition
To play in a football team
I have nephews, dumb but tall
Who, still foetus, kicked the ball
I've got flat feet and my knees are weak
They all thought it was time to start
My J.O.S. days
In my J.O.S. days

The last war in this country
The fighting lasted four days
Between the names on this list I see one name again
He had my age and my first name
He thought he would win
Like in his J.O.S days
In his J.O.S. days

They had too many boys
Who wanted to be in a team
So in one day, in one match
You had to prove your ability
I was knocked out, a real disgrace
A break with the family tradition
Of the J.O.S. days
In my J.O.S. days

I can live without a finger
And I can live without a toe
But a head is necessary