It's happening again
So cross your fingers
And cover up the path you left again
He was crossing his fingers
As the bullet pierced his chest
Your people piled high
These figures never lie
The prize your country sent
A perfect red imbelishment
Your pride just swallow it
Your pride just swallow it
The answer to this call to arms
Marching onward
Marching backwards
You're stomping over broken hearts
Marching onward
Marching backwards
Will weary soldiers lay them down in time
It's happening again
So cross your fingers
Until there's nothing left
Just stop and take a breath
Suck in the stench of death
We just got the numbers back
We hope they all died right on impact
You're pride just swallow it
So take a number undertaker
Marching onward,
Marching backward
The last hands to be laid on loved ones
Marching onward
Marching backward
Our sons and daughters sleeping in the rubble
This is the last time i'll tell you...
Are you bulletproof?
Are you bulletproof?
Sign sign you're love away
Are you bulletproof?
Are you bulletproof?
How many pieces are you gonna come back in?
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