Bottle's your brother
Gun is your bride
One is collapsing
Maybe suicide
405 and the rest of today
Lieutnant speaks
Corporal screams
Division of labour
So it seems
A pot on your head
Death in your hand
That's how they send you
To no man's land
Oh boy
The garrison priest
Tries to keep step
He's got a little cross
On his shoulder slab
405 and the rest of today
405 and the rest of today
404 and the rest of today
403 and the rest of today