As the daylight starts to fade - 
Twisting shadows all around. 
Dead soldiers on parade - 
The ghosts of 
Porton Down. 
Hidden from the public eye, "A cause for regret" 
Wrote the 
Brigadier-
General with the chemistry set. "Can't be more specific - the matter's confidential, Links with other incidents are just coincidental." 
In jeopardy - welcome to the lion's den, 
We skate on thin ice - dice with death. 
While young boys drown in seas of poison - 
We are the plagiarists of breath. 
We go left right left right left - 
They're left in the right again. 
We go right left right left right - 
We've no rights left anymore. 
Military science picking the locks 
Of a 20th 
Century Pandora's box. 
A father tells a son, "The army makes a man of you." 
Now all vital signs are gone - 
Another joins the countless few. 
Mentioned in dispatches - they tell the same old story, '
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori," They listened to him screaming - They sat and watched him writhe, Taking turns observing as his body burns alive. Rifles firing at the sky - As the "
Last Post" starts to play. Young soldiers often die - And the truth gets filed away. Thomas Atkins (Private 20967), Now reports for duty - He's been posted up to heaven. Enlisted by conscription - a participant unwilling. Who didn't plan to give his life for taking the "
King's Shilling". In jeopardy - welcome to the lion's den, We skate on thin ice - dice with death, While young boys drown in seas of poison - We are the plagiarists of breath.