short man from Texas, a man of the wild
Thrown [bad word] where bodies lie piled 
Hides his emotions, his blood [bad word] cold
Just like his victories, his story unfolds 

Bright, a 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 a 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, a 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

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

He saw 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