Feed the Gun

Grab that rifle and buckle that strap
Keep your head down and prepare to attack
A million men are waiting along the line
A million men are waiting along to die for… what?!
When you hear that whistle sound the guns will roar — like never before
So get up, get out and gain that ground — now!
Not a single step back — attack!
Feed the gun
I said hey
Feed the gun
Starring out at no man’s land, the darkness rips apart — and the shelling starts
Mausers and the Maxims rip through swaths of men
Not a single step back — defend!
Feed the gun
I said hey
Feed the gun
Feed the gun
Dry bones will litter this ground
Feed the gun
A nationwide funeral mound