I'll carry my weapon through miles,
Walking across fields of rice,
To serve and protect, to live and survive,
For my country and its lives.

I'll kill the innocent and the beauty,
Bury their corpses and thank the deputy,
Watching rains of napalm under me,
Feeling the souls underneath.

I'll reload under the fire,
Reminising my far and missed shire,
Get wound and shout for help,
Closing my eyes, my last breath held.

I'll fly back in first class,
No tear, dear lads and lass,
Resting six feet under,
Is the place for a murderer.