Where can I stand in my uniform
Cannon fodder-six foot tall
Big and brave, next to my grave
Wait patiently for the death of me
CHORUS
Swings and roundabouts on unfairgrounds
Ground in the ground on the merry-go-rounds
Blood and toil swim well in oil
And you and me the perfect foil
Unfield units to invest
Patriots do not protest
CHORUS
The weight of the world on your shoulders
A brass monkey on your back
As beautiful gardenia boulders-or
Dead meat hung on a rock
Bigger the man, bigger the desk
Questioning your IQ test
Are you now so easily led
And lose the brains inside your head
CHORUS
