Procol Harum - The Unquiet Zone Lyrics
They seek us in this unquiet zoneThey chase us on from hole to holeThey hunt us down like carrion crowsThey search us out like frightened molesThis surely is a dreadful warAn awful waste of guts and goreAn awful waste of human lifeThis senseless, bloody, bitter strifeWe huddled close against the groundScared to make the slightest soundAnd all around the great guns boomThe constant march of pending doom