| Song | 1916 |
| Artist | Motörhead |
| Album | Collections |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Kilmister | |
| 16 years old when | |
| I went to the war | |
| To fight for a land fit for heroes | |
| God on my side and a gun in my hand | |
| Chasing my days down to zero | |
| And I marched and | |
| I fought and | |
| I bled and | |
| I diedAnd | |
| I never did get any older | |
| But I knew at the time that a year in the line | |
| Was a long enough life for a soldier | |
| We all volunteered and we wrote down our names | |
| And we added two years to our ages | |
| Eager for life and ahead of the game | |
| Ready for history's pages | |
| And we brawled and we fought and we whored till we stood | |
| Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder | |
| A thirst for the hun, we were food for the gun | |
| And that's what you are when you're soldiers | |
| I heard my friend cry and he sank to his knees | |
| Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother | |
| And I fell by his side and that's how we died | |
| Clinging like kids to each other | |
| And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood | |
| And I wept as his body grew colder | |
| And I called for my mother and she never came | |
| Though it wasn't my fault and | |
| I wasn't to blame | |
| The day not half over and ten thousand slain | |
| And now there's nobody remembers our names | |
| And that's how it is for a soldier |
| zuo ci : Kilmister | |
| 16 years old when | |
| I went to the war | |
| To fight for a land fit for heroes | |
| God on my side and a gun in my hand | |
| Chasing my days down to zero | |
| And I marched and | |
| I fought and | |
| I bled and | |
| I diedAnd | |
| I never did get any older | |
| But I knew at the time that a year in the line | |
| Was a long enough life for a soldier | |
| We all volunteered and we wrote down our names | |
| And we added two years to our ages | |
| Eager for life and ahead of the game | |
| Ready for history' s pages | |
| And we brawled and we fought and we whored till we stood | |
| Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder | |
| A thirst for the hun, we were food for the gun | |
| And that' s what you are when you' re soldiers | |
| I heard my friend cry and he sank to his knees | |
| Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother | |
| And I fell by his side and that' s how we died | |
| Clinging like kids to each other | |
| And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood | |
| And I wept as his body grew colder | |
| And I called for my mother and she never came | |
| Though it wasn' t my fault and | |
| I wasn' t to blame | |
| The day not half over and ten thousand slain | |
| And now there' s nobody remembers our names | |
| And that' s how it is for a soldier |
| zuò cí : Kilmister | |
| 16 years old when | |
| I went to the war | |
| To fight for a land fit for heroes | |
| God on my side and a gun in my hand | |
| Chasing my days down to zero | |
| And I marched and | |
| I fought and | |
| I bled and | |
| I diedAnd | |
| I never did get any older | |
| But I knew at the time that a year in the line | |
| Was a long enough life for a soldier | |
| We all volunteered and we wrote down our names | |
| And we added two years to our ages | |
| Eager for life and ahead of the game | |
| Ready for history' s pages | |
| And we brawled and we fought and we whored till we stood | |
| Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder | |
| A thirst for the hun, we were food for the gun | |
| And that' s what you are when you' re soldiers | |
| I heard my friend cry and he sank to his knees | |
| Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother | |
| And I fell by his side and that' s how we died | |
| Clinging like kids to each other | |
| And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood | |
| And I wept as his body grew colder | |
| And I called for my mother and she never came | |
| Though it wasn' t my fault and | |
| I wasn' t to blame | |
| The day not half over and ten thousand slain | |
| And now there' s nobody remembers our names | |
| And that' s how it is for a soldier |