Keep your helmet
Keep your life, son
Just a flesh wound
Here’s your rifle
Crawling up the beaches now
Sir, I think he’s bleeding out
And some things you just can’t speak about
With you I serve
With you I fall down, down
Watch you breathe in
Watch you breathing out, out
Keep your life, son
Just a flesh wound
Here’s your rifle
Crawling up the beaches now
Sir, I think he’s bleeding out
And some things you just can’t speak about
With you I serve
With you I fall down, down
Watch you breathe in
Watch you breathing out, out















