"Now the battle is over, the clouds're hanging low

Dead bodies lie on the ground

Marched into slaughter, lost souls fought in vain

No glory or pride to be found



Gotta get out of here, don't want to be around

Trying to find my way home



Gotta get out of here, don't want to be around

Trying to find my way home



Fighting for honour and medals of gold

But, they were to kill or be killed

Slaying the enemy, not knowing why

Keep low and fire at will



Gotta get out of here, don't want to be around

Trying to find my way home



Gotta get out of here, don't want to be around

Trying to find my way home



Lost out in action, long gone forever

Just a boy that died in vain

His mother is crying, his father not proud

Twisted gray faces in the rain



Gotta get out of here, don't want to be around

Trying to find my way home



Gotta get out of here, don't want to be around

Trying to find my way home...

"