The Price of a Mile
["Throw your soldiers into positions once there is no escape,and they will prefer death to flight1]
Hear the sound of the machine gunHear it echo in the nightMortars firing rains the sceneScars the fields that once were greenIt's a stalemate at the frontlineWhere the soldiers rest in mudRoads and houses all is goneThere's no glory to be won
Know that many men will sufferKnow that many men will dieHalf a million lives at stakeAt the fields of PasschendaeleAnd as the night falls the general callsAnd the battle carries on and onWhat is the purpose of it all?What's the price of a mile?
[Chorus:]Thousands of feet march to the beatIt's an army on the marchLong way from homePaying the price in young mens livesThousands of feet march to the beatIt's an army in despairKnee deep in mudStuck in a trench with no way out
Thousand of machinegunsKept on firing through the nightMortars placed and wreck the sceneGone is the fields that once were greenStill a deadlock at the front lineWhere the soldiers die in mudRoads and houses since long goneStill no glory has been won
Know that many [man] has sufferedKnow that many [man] has died6 miles of ground has been wonHalf a million men are goneAnd as the men crawled the general calledAnd the killing carried on and onWhat was the purpose of it all?What's the price of a mile?
[Chorus]
[Young men are dyingThey pay the priceOh how they sufferSo tell me what's the price of a mile]
There's no price of a mile
[Chorus] [repeated several times]