The Decemberists - The Soldiering Life Lyrics
Ambling madly all over the townThe call to arms, you're likened to a whisperI liken to a radioYou were a brick bag a bowery tuff, so roughThey called you from a cartoon…Pulled out of your pantaloonsBut YouMy brother in armsI'd rather I'd lose my limbsThan let you come to harmBut YouMy bombazine dollThe bullets may singe your skinAnd the mortars may fallBut II never felt so much lifeThan tonightHuddled in the trenchesGazing on the battle fieldOur rifles blaze awayWe blaze awayCorporal Bradley of regiment fiveAnd proud array standing by the bathingSoldiers and the stevedoresWe laid on the mattress and tumbled to sleepOur eyes align, swaddled in our civiesCradled in our dungareesBut YouMy brother in armsI'd rather I'd lose my limbsThan let you come to harmBut YouMy bombazine dollThe bullets may singe your skinAnd the mortars may fallBut II never felt so much lifeThan tonightHuddled in the trenchesGazing on the battle fieldOur rifles blaze awayWe blaze awayWe blaze awayWe blaze away