1916
( by Motorhead )
16 years old when I went to war,
To fight for a land fit for heroes,
God on my side, and a gun in my hand,
Counting my days down to zero,
And I marched and I fought and I bled
and I died
And I never did get any older,
But I knew at the time, that a year in the
line,
Is a long enough life for a soldier,
We all volunteered, And we wrote
down our names,
And we added two years to our ages,
Eager for life and ahead of the game,
Ready for history's pages,
And we fought and we brawled and we
warred 'til we stood,
Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder,
A thirst for the Hun, we were food for
the gun,
And that's what you are when you're
soldiers,
I heard my friend cry, and he sank to
his knees,
coughing blood as he screamed for his
mother,
And I fell by his side, and that's how we
died,
Clinging like kids to each other,
And I lay in the mud and the guts and
the blood,
And I wept as his body grew colder,
And I called for my mother and she
never came,
Though it wasn't my fault and I wasn't
to blame,
The day not half over and ten thousand
slain,
And now there's nobody remembers
our names
And that's how it is for a soldier.
(c) 1991 Epic Records