do you know how it feels to be down in the dirt
with a bullet in your breast and blood on your shirt
lying in a bloodpool down in a pit
covered with the corpse and the blood and the shit
how does it feel to have a gun to your head
when you know that you'd be much better off dead
looking right down through the barrel of a gun
don't try to tell me that you think it's fun
praying for your mercy don't say you see the light
what difference does it make if the good lord's right
at the end of a war the survivors are none
b'cos war is a loss a war can't be won
you're just another soldier and you're doing the dying
you're a symbol of a nation so boy stop crying
hero of a war such a man so brave
a medal's worth nothing when you're lying in your grave
do you know the pain
marching into history marching into war
can you feel the shame
marching into misery you function as a whore
5 o'clock in the morning and they shout out your name
but they don't really care cos you all look the same
now this is the army and we train to kill
our job is to give you that fighting will
so get off your knees and stand straight like a man
do I have to tell you twice to make you understand
freedom has a price and that price is blood
so chase the motherfucker right down in the mud
Do you know...