Keep your helmet, keep your life, sonJust a flesh wound, here’s your rifleCrawling up the beaches nowSir, I think he’s bleeding outAnd some things you just can’t speak aboutWith you I serve, I fall down, downWatch you breath in, watch you breathing out, outSomething med school, did not coverSomeone’s daughter, someone’s motherHold your hand through plastic nowDoc, I think she’s crashing out
And some things you just can’t speak aboutOnly twenty minutes to sleepBut you dream of some epiphanyJust one single glimpse of reliefTo make some sense of what you seeWith you I serve, I fall down, downWatch you breath in, watch you breathing out, outWith you I serve, I fall down, downWatch you breath in, watch you breathing out, outOnly twenty minutes to sleepBut you dream of some epiphanyJust one single glimpse of reliefTo make some sense of what you see