The Trenches
We sit hear covered in mud, blood, and were wet
Fighting a war that makes no sense
Were “allegedly” supposed to provide a defense
But how does the death of Franz Ferdinand cause the whole world to fret
We charge across no man’s land everyday
all those men gone because it’s so dangerous
1 foot gained on are side, it’s all so outrageous
By the end everyone soul becomes gray
Day in day out this is what war is all about
No matter how many losses they keep sending use back
Now I must prepare for another attack
Its to late for me to bailout
Up the latter I go with my rifle in hand
Hopefully I make it through another stand