I left my city 'cos i felt sick
I dream of home, now the mud is thick
B...bullets fly, can't stand the stench
My cigaretts are wet
No toilets on a battle field - no sh**
No toilets on a battle field
No toilets on a battle field - no sh**
My rifle's jammed
One bullet left
I'll save that one for myself
So where do i sh**, sarge?
My boots don't fit my feet are drenched
Wanna get home get out this trench
So - soldiers die... who gives a f*ck?
Just a statistic
...dear father the bombs are dropping like rain
Fear runs through my veins
I'll be home one day
But i'll never be the same again...
No toilets - no sh** -
No toilets on a battle field - no sh**
No toilets on a battle field
No toilets on a battle field - no sh**
My riffles jammed
One bullet left
I'll save that one for myself