As the daylight starts to fade - Twisting shadows all around. Dead soldiers on parade - The ghosts of Porton Down.
Hidden from the public eye, "A cause for regret" Wrote the Brigadier-General with the chemistry set. "Can't be more specific - the matter's confidential, Links with other incidents are just coincidental."
In jeopardy - welcome to the lion's den, We skate on thin ice - dice with death. While young boys drown in seas of poison - We are the plagiarists of breath.
We go left right left right left - They're left in the right again. We go right left right left right - We've no rights left anymore.
Military science picking the locks Of a 20th Century Pandora's box.
A father tells a son, "The army makes a man of you." Now all vital signs are gone - Another joins the countless few.
Mentioned in dispatches - they tell the same old story, 'Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori," They listened to him screaming - They sat and watched him writhe, Taking turns observing as his body burns alive.
Rifles firing at the sky - As the "Last Post" starts to play. Young soldiers often die - And the truth gets filed away.
Thomas Atkins (Private 20967), Now reports for duty - He's been posted up to heaven. Enlisted by conscription - a participant unwilling. Who didn't plan to give his life for taking the "King's Shilling".
In jeopardy - welcome to the lion's den, We skate on thin ice - dice with death, While young boys drown in seas of poison - We are the plagiarists of breath.