Laurence Overmire - Entrenched lyrics

In the trenches we wait Rain pouring down Our mud-soaked uniforms Pasted to our bones We wait Puff on a cigarette A deck of cards A broken box And a tin can meal We wait Pa**ing the time The bullets fly overhead Occasionally And sometimes we hear The screaming But most of the time We block it out of our minds And wait Sleeping where we stand Until someone gives the order And it's our turn to die.