Man down
Says a voice on the radio
There are rats in the trench again
No way to rid my head of the living dead
Leave my house and make my bed
The front's the only fight for me
The front's the only fight for me
The front's the only fight for me
The front's the only fight for me
You were my world
My anchor, my every day
I'll carry your weight
You're bleeding out
What a waste of a life, of a friend
This tender age
You gotta kill them first or they'll kill you quicker
Amen to that my friend
I'll wear your boots when you can't walk no more
He'll take your cigarettes and a letter to your door
Duck down below the ground
Death is in the distance
Crawling closer every night
It's all in the business
Amen to that my friend
I'll wear your boots when you can't walk no more
He'll take your cigarettes and a letter to your door
Duck down below the ground
Death is in the distance
Crawling closer every night
It's all in the name of business