Too Late For Everything

write this in "18"

The sky is red and the gas is burning yellow

The daisy cutters fly

My feet are rotting, the trench is just mean and wet

I wish I was home

I was talking to a friend for a minute

In a second he lay dead, still and silent on the ground

I swear he never knew what hit him

He was telling me of a girl and getting married as soon as he was home

Home across the ocean

Too late for everything

I keep myself alive and awake

By sharing my flask of whisky and rum

I never drank much before

But I picked up some habits that I never had at home

Home across the ocean

Too late for everything

100 Abdullah Egyptians

...a treasure I had found

By the body of a fallen soldier

He won't be needing them

I smoke them in silence and dream of being home