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.
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