1916

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 bledAnd I died & 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 brawled and we foughtAnd we whored 'til we stood,Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder,A thirst for the Hun,We were food for the gun, and that'sWhat you are when you're soldiers

I heard my friend cry,And he sank to his knees, coughing bloodAs he screamed for his motherAnd I fell by his side,And that's how we died,Clinging like kids to each other,And I lay in the mudAnd the guts and the blood,And I wept as his body grew colder,And I called for my motherAnd she never came,Though it wasn't my faultAnd I wasn't to blame,The day not half overAnd ten thousand slain, and nowThere's nobody remembers our namesAnd that's how it is for a soldier._______________________________Sorry, couldn't find a Motörhead video, only this really good animateur one. So, feel free to notice, if you find a original one. Thanks.