short man from Texas
man of the wild
Thrown [bad word] 
Where bodies lie piled

Hides his emotions
His [bad word] cold
Just like his victories
his story unfolds

Bright
white light
If there'd be
any glory in war

Let it rest
On men like him

Dead men will [bad word] back

Crosses grow on Anzio
Where no soldiers sleep 
and where [bad word] is six feet deep
That death does wait
There's no debate
So charge and attack
going to [bad word] and Back

man of the 15th
man of "Can Do"
Friends fall around him
And yet he came through

Let them fall face down
If they must die
Making it easier
To say goodbye

Bright
white light
If there'd be
any glory in war

Let it rest
On men like him

Who went to [bad word] and came back

Crosses grow on Anzio
Where no soldiers sleep 
and where [bad word] is six feet deep
That death does wait
There's no debate
So charge and attack
going to [bad word] and Back

Oh gather round me
And listen while I speak
Of a war
Where [bad word] is six feet deep

And all along the shore
Where cannons still roar
They're haunting my dreams
They're still there when I sleep

Crosses grow on Anzio
Where no soldiers sleep 
and where [bad word] is six feet deep
That death does wait
There's no debate
He charged and attacked
He went to [bad word] and back