Motörhead - 1916

^A16 years old when I ^Ewent the war, To ^Dfight for a land fit for ^Aheroes, ^AGod on my side, and a^E gun in my hand, ^DChasing my days down to ^Azero, ^AAnd I marched and I fought and I^E bled and I died, And I ^Dnever did get any ^Aolder, ^ABut I knew at the time that a ^Eyear in the line, D A A, A, A, Is a long enough life for a soldier, We ^Aall volunteered, and we wr^Eote down our names, And we a^Ddded two years to our ^Aages, ^AEager for life and a^Ehead of the game, ^DReady for history's ^Apages, ^AAnd we brawled and we fought and we ^Ewhored 'til we stood, ^DTen thousand shoulder to sho^Aulder, ^AA thirst for the Hun, we were fo^Eod for the gun, D A A, And that's what you are when you're soldiers,

^AI heard my friend cry, and he ^Esank to his knees, Coughing ^Dblood as he screamed for his^A mother, And ^AI fell by his side, and t^Ehat's how we died, ^DClinging like kids to each o^Ather, And I ^Alay in the mud and the ^Eguts and the blood, And I ^Dwept as his body grew c^Aolder, And I ^Acalled for my mother and ^Eshe never came, Though it ^Gwasn't my fault and I ^Dwasn't to blame, The d^Aay not half over and ^Eten thousand slain, And n^Gow there's nobody rem^Dembers our names, ^DAnd that's how it is for a s^Aoldier.