( 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
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
I heard my friend cry, and he sank to
     his knees,
coughing blood as he screamed for his
And I fell by his side, and that's how we
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
 And now there's nobody remembers
       our names
And that's how it is for a soldier.

(c) 1991 Epic Records

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