Blood, thunder and fear flowing
I cry when I need you
and march when I'm told where to go
Lessons I know
Is it the way of a soldier to offer his soul?

Bang the drum slowly for the fortunate son
I am one, said and done a fortunate son

Mud, ankles and bones
covered I pray when I need to
and sleep when I don't want to know
Letters from home
clutched in the hands of my comrades
My brothers, my own

Bang the drum slowly for the fortunate sons
It's said and done, I am the one, the fortunate son
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I feel the heat from my side
crucified, deep and wide
I could be saving a life
Couldn't I?