Lone Pine

It’s a strange land
When you’re an outlander
The discovery of wanting
An ecstasy of fumbling
And while the Earth leapt at our feet
Its hands like those of ancient lovers
Pulling us
They’ll follow us in our every move
Drag us down, alone, under
Drag me down
Drag me down
(Drag me)
And fortune, she’s a cunt
And there are few that die well
When they’re in the front
In the neck, or the nick
One’s as good as the other
We dragged our boots over no man’s land
And held our sway, when lead did sing
And pulled the others in our wake
Try not to think, only take
It’s a cold place to be
In between
A shipwreck at sea
From Paschendale
To Villiers Bretonneaux
The neck, Lone Pine
And Anzac Cove
Drag me down
Drag me down
Stepping and trudging
This endless grim mile
Nothing ahead
But the naked and dead
Deceased and devoid
Nothing ahead
Stepping and trudging
The naked and dead
Nothing moves forward
Nothing ahead
Deceased and devoid
The naked and dead
The naked and dead
The naked and dead