Five o´clock call-up,
I´ve been dreading for this moment
Where i´ve got nowhere to go,
And my blood [bad word] low
So think of me, what I did,
what I felt
When I left that winter morning
And you should know me by now,
I´m alone [bad word] scared

Take me home my legs are too tired
cause i´ve been walking on this dusty road way too long
Take me home my legs are too tired
cause i´ve been walking on this dusty road way too 
long for my own good

Kill them all tonight,
we´ve got orders from the Captain
But thereá ni signn of self-esteem,
in my young but dying heart

So mother think of me 
and what I did 
and what I feld 
and what I could not feel
when I had you in my life

So mother think of me 
and what I did 
and what I feld 
and what I could not feel
when you had me in your life

Take me home my legs are too tired
cause i´ve been walking on this dusty road way too long
Take me home my legs are too tired
cause i´ve been walking on this dusty road way too long

Take me home my legs are too tired
cause i´ve been walking on this dusty road way too long
Take me home my legs are too tired
cause i´ve been walking on this dusty road way too long

Steadily we march along, 
join me in the marching song, 
hand to hand and heart to heart 
bearing each a soldiers [bad word] what will beneath the sun 
We are soldiers marching on, 
neath the old flag dying tree 
marching on to the victory

Steadily we march along, 
join me in the marching song, 
hand to hand and heart to heart 
bearing each a soldiers [bad word] what will beneath the sun 
We are soldiers marching on, 
neath the old flag dying tree 
marching on to the victory