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i left my city 'cos i felt sick
i dream of home, now the mud is thick
b...bullets fly, can't stand the stench
my cigaretts are wet
no toilets on a battle field - no shit
no toilets on a battle field
no toilets on a battle field - no shit
my rifle's jammed
one bullet left
i'll save that one for myself
so where do i shit, sarge?
my boots don't fit my feet are drenched
wanna get home get out this trench
so - soldiers die... who gives a fuck?
just a statistic
...dear father the bombs are dropping like rain
fear runs through my veins
i'll be home one day
but i'll never be the same again...
no toilets - no shit - 4X
no toilets on a battle field - no shit
no toilets on a battle field
no toilets on a battle field - no shit
my riffles jammed
one bullet left
i'll save that one for myself