No sleep no rest you can't relax
With bloodshot eyes we look through cracks
Of crumbling walls and sand filled sacks
Familiar sounds the gunners tap
The distant roar of ground attack
And closer still a chinook claps where's the glory now
Where's the glory now
Body armour lightweight packs
The perspiration flows down our backs
We stick like ants to jackal tracks
The solemn crowd on pavements cracked
Wooton Bassett all tears and black
My bag of bits, the Union Jack, where's the glory now?
Where's the glory now?
Remember the story, remember the day
The boys and girls and coming home to stay
Remember the glory, remember to pray
The boys and girls and coming home to stay