Five o'clock call up,
I've been dreading for this moment
Where I've got nowhere to go,
And my [bad word] low.

So think of me, of what I did, what I felt,
When I left that winter morning.
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 there's no sign of self-esteem
In my young but dying heart

So mother think of me, of what I did and what I felt
And what I could not feel,
When I had you in my life.
Mother think of me, of what I did and what I felt
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.
[x2]

Steadily we march along
Join me in the marching song
Hand to hand and heart to heart
Bearing each a soldier's [bad word] what will beneath the sun
We are soldiers marching on
'Neath the old flag flying free
Marching on to victory