We came from farms across the land.
We said good-bye to Mom and Dad.
We came from cities that touched the sky.
We left our wives. We said good-bye
To quiet nights and apple pie.
We're ready and we're going to war.
We came by ship. We came by train.
We came by foot. We came by plane.
We lined right up - you should know
We're brave young men. We said hello
To some poor soul by the side of the road.
We're ready and we're going to war.
Are we downhearted?
No Sir!
Are we worried?
No Sir!
Are we down on our luck?
No Sir!
Well...you bloody soon will be, boys!
Are we discouraged?
No Sir!
Sad and weary?
No Sir!
Are we tired and broken?
No Sir!
Well...you bloody soon will be, boys!
You bloody soon will be!
You bloody soon will be!
You bloody soon will be!
You bloody soon will be, boys!
We heard the shells fall in the night
On waiting men. There was no fight
When death rained down upon the bones
Of men who waited in their holes.
They kept their rendezvous with pain
And cursed that horrid, deadly rain.
And every strike upon the line
Would shake the earth. We hid inside
A shelter where I wrapped the wounds
Of some poor bastard - torn in two
And plastered with the flesh and blood
Of someone that he knew.
Strike me blind! Take away my right
To see this world collide
In senseless, stupid war!
Is this hell worth fighting for...
To buy this vile discoloured earth
With flesh for stone and blood for dirt?
Is this mud beneath our feet
The only reason good men bleed?
And when the boys fight hand to hand...
Do they really understand
The men who sent that great demand
For someone they could use.
Are we downhearted?
No Sir!
Are we worried?
No Sir!
Are we down on our luck?
No Sir!
Well...you bloody soon will be, boys!
Are we discouraged?
No Sir!
Sad and weary?
No Sir!
Are we tired and broken?
No Sir!
Well...you bloody soon will be, boys!
You bloody soon will be!
You bloody soon will be!
You bloody soon will be!
You bloody soon will be, boys!