Onward, men, don’t linger for longer,
feel that pride rushing through you,
the unworn wind filling your lungs.
Don’t look over your shoulder no more,
I vouch no guns pointed at your head.
Don’t worry about the world,
about your dead friends and lives,
of your soul in the barracks.
Ain’t nothing you can do,
if you wake up in a nightmare.
Lads, don’t make trouble,
to hear a bomb explode is mad,
Don’t go telling others what’s not,
or you’ll live in a damn facility.
Go on, soldier,
live the rest of your life