Soldiers that march want their voice to be heard
singing those songs where they know all the words,
their mindless defiance hurled up to the sky,
stops thoughts of the carnage, the bodies that lie

heaped up in the towns and the villages passed
on their battle-strewn travels, each worse than the last,
cos they know in their hearts war brings death to them all
and it works on the conscience deep down in the soul

but what’s drilled into each man as a daily routine
is to fight for their country, their King or their Queen,
their loyalty’s not to their God or their wives
for once they’ve signed up they pay all their lives.