I’m stood here in a field of mud
Covered in a comrade’s blood
I wear the soldier’s uniform
But I was not a soldier born
We fight our chosen foe all day
We leave our dead to rot away
We launch attack and then retreat
Blood oozes out beneath our feet
Our backs are up against a wall
I watch another comrade fall
I can not stand this any more
This awful bloody field of war
Bullets fly right past my head
I wish that I was home in bed
Instead of in this foreign field
Knowing neither side will yield
Generals up at high command
Tell us to make another stand
Safe inside their war games room
But we are here in stinking gloom
Alas the entire front rank died
Just one more form of suicide
I can not stand this any more
This awful bloody field of war
Tomorrow it will be the same
A dying voice calls out my name
I see a shattered, severed limb
But nothing can I do for him
Except to end his fearful pain
I shoot a bullet in his brain
And pray that soon it will all end
I just murdered my best friend
I can not stand this any more
This awful bloody field of war
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War is insane.
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