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16 years old when I went to the war,
To fight for a land fit for heroes.
God on my side, and a gun in my hand
Chasing my days down to zero.

And I marched, and I fought, and I bled and I died.
And I never did get any older.
But I knew at the time that a year in the line
was a long enough life for a soldier.

We all volunteered, and we wrote down our names
And we added two years to our ages
Eager for life and ahead of the game
Ready for history's pages

And we fought and we brawled and we whored 'till we stood
Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder
A thirst for the Hun, we were food for the gun
And that's what you are when you're soldiers

I heard my friend cry, and he sank to his knees
Caughing blood as he screamed for his mother
And I fell by his side, and that's how we died,
Clinging like kids to each other

And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood
And I wept as his body grew golder
And I called for my mother and she never came
Though it wasn't my fault and I wasn't to blame

The day not half over and ten thousand salin
And now there's nobody remembers our names
And that's how it is for a soldier