They gave me an army number
put clothes on my back
they said theres one thing to be sure of
you will never get the sack
They said its a job for life
though your life it may be cut short
youll have friends like never before
and enemies quite a lot
Youll meet lots of lovely women
who like you for what you are
they will share with you many pleasures
and join you at the bar
You will travel exotic lands
try to win hearts and minds
but when all else fails, you crush them like snails
and leave them all behind
You will wake to the sound of the pipes
and march to the beat of the drum
the sky and the earth your bedroom
when your days fighting is done
and when your life is over
and its time to put you to rest
the lid tight on your coffin
will hide the medals on your chest
but your memory will last forever
to those whos life you changed
all the dead and the dying
the wounded and the maimed
No longer todays hero
just a relic from the past
with a row of shiney medals
six feet below the grass
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