Collaboration with David Butler (my lyric, his music, mixed vocals)

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On the road to who knows where
I stop to sniff the midnight air
Smell the death that lingers there
Walk into the night
Another dirty border town
Shades of ochre, dusty brown
One more footprint in the ground
Heading for the fight

The planes are flying overhead
I see the bombs and count the dead
I keep a tally in my head
Save them for my dreams
The Sergeant says we’ll be there soon
God must smile on this platoon
I look up at the crescent moon
Then back at where we’ve been

We who are about to die
The warlike kids you kiss goodbye
We’ll fight in hills and fight out on the sands
So you won’t get blood
On your hands

We cut a path and spread the hate
Our firepower much to great
We hurry ‘cause we hate to wait
Impatient to be home
And so we will destroy this land
Bomb them ‘til they understand
Don’t raise a voice or raise a hand
Against the modern Rome

We who are about to die
The warlike kids you kiss goodbye
We’ll fight out in the hills and fight out on the sands
So you won’t get blood
On your hands