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

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

[Bridge]
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)
 [bad word] 
Crosses grow on Anzio,
Where no soldiers sleep and the [bad word] s six feet deep
The death must 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, but yet he came through
Let them fall face-down, if they must die,
Making it easier to say goodbye

[Bridge]
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!
 [bad word] 
Crosses grow on Anzio,
Where no soldiers sleep and the [bad word] s six feet deep
The death must wait, there's no debate
So charge and attack, going to [bad word] and back!

Oh, gather 'round me,
And listen while I speak,
If a war, where [bad word] is six feet deep,
And now that I'm off the shore, where cannons still roar,
They're haunting my dreams, they're still there when I sleep!
 [bad word] 
He saw crosses grow on Anzio,
Where no soldiers sleep and where [bad word] s six feet deep
The death must wait, there's no debate
He charged and attacked, he went to [bad word] and back!