Frontline

They lined up all us school boys

And they asked for volunteers

And when no one don't say nothing

They said: you!

And they handed me a rifle

And they called me infantry

And they put me on the front line

Yeah, they put me on the front line

Hey, dead boys

We're the motherless bastard sons

To the life not worth a match stick

Waste of oxygen

Say, dead boys

So your prospects are almost none

Well, they still might teach you something

Yeah, i'm sure they'll teach you something

To the bosses and teachers who won't know my name

Now there's a monument where it's engraved

A parade

To celebrate the brave

And everybody came

Well, they kept me full of cocaine

And they taught me how to fuck

And they made me feel like i'd fear almost nothing

And we killed all through the daytime

And we killed them in the night

And they put me on the front line

Yeah, they put me on the front line

Hey, dead boys

We're the motherless bastard sons

To the life not worth a match stick

Waste of oxygen

Say, dead boys

So you prospects are almost none

Well, they still might teach you something

Yeah, i'm sure they'll teach you something

And here's to the parents who won't know my name

Now there's a monument where it's engraved

A parade

To celebrate the brave

And everybody came

To the senators' daughters who won't know my name

Now there's a monument where it's engraved

A parade

To celebrate the brave

And everybody came