I’ve fought all I could fight, I’m knee deep in the mud but it’s still not right, we’re supposed to be in the trenches together but you’re running from my sight, same people that were in the barracks with me saying it would be all right
So here I am on death ground holding my flag, I should shoot everybody behind me with my last mag, after the novelty wore off so did the troops, death ground is a place I can’t recoup
I’m the general so it all falls on me, I’m the general so I take the knee, I’m the general they only want me, now I’m the general with no head; what a sight to see


