Из альбома: Leather, Bristles, No Survivors and Sick Boys...
We'll lead you into victory, you hear the generals say
Never look behind you, we're with you all the way
Go to bed early, conserve your energy,
tomorrow we'll be fighting with our enemy
Polish your boots, clean your gun,
killing those bastards will be a lot of fun
Take no prisoners, kill them all
Start to march when you hear the call
Britain needs you, Britain needs you
Britain needs you to die for her
Marching into victory, marching in the mud
Fighting for freedom, fighting in th eblood
There's dead bodies all around, you're told to carry on
Death is not right, war cannot be won
March along you see a flash,
fall to the ground and make a splash
You awake you're lying in the bed,
eyes are shut you think you're dead
Lost your arm, you've lost your leg,
lost you're job, you'll have to beg
You'll get loads of sympathy, a picture in the Evening Post
But where were the generals when you needed them most ?