It's so g*d damn hard, like ten tons of weights and bricks, resting gently on your arms.
It's so f*cking cold, like a naked baby boy in a blistering winter storm.
I said young man, I need you to be strong, to send signals and forewarn if I am not to make it home.
Young man, I need you to be gone, take my cartridges and canteens, and move along!
Move along!
So as they punch and poison you, I hope you sing along, for the crest atop your kingdom is o' so false and wrong.
Peace for once!
Please peace for once!
PLEASE please peace for once!
