When the guns shoot,
As we march in our polished boot's,
Marching Left,Right,Left,
As we sit and wait for the first command,
Our hearts pumping like their full of led.
When he shouts charge,
We all barge,
Through bricks of iron and stone,
For there's more of them,
And less of us,
Were sure not to come home.
As we lie hear ina pool of blood,
All soaked up in mud,
Noone to help us,
Were all going to die,
Oh god please tell me,
Why?, Why?, Why?
