Over the top to glory boys
To a Geronimo of chants
Oh so billhooks boys
I think I've just **** my pants
I was a bullet frightened conscript
But over the top I went
I died for King and country
Letter for my mother was sent
they left my rotting smelling corpse
in a ditch of mud so red
I was just another statistic
A sacrifice that needed to be bled.
I never lived to see what was the final score
Millions lay with millions
upon earths most deadly flaw.