Lyrics

Fighting again on Sunday,
dancing in no-mans land,
as the officers head for the trenches.

You get a bullet placed in the back of your head,
if you dont run on like the officers said.

Running around on Sunday,
treading the enemy line,
as the officers sit in their meetings.

I'm fed up with everything in this town,
thought I'd caught the ship to help the others out, no.

Fighting again on Sunday,
dancing in no-mans land,
as the officers head for the trenches.

You get a bullet placed in the back of your head,
if you dont run on like the officers said.

Blood sprays on my hat,
gotta get back to you cuz I think that this is confusing.
Write back to tell you that,
but they cut all my words cuz I said that is delusion.