1916

	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

	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