We've been here for four long years Been a lot of smiles and a lot of tears I've known more men that died in here Than friends I've had the last 40 years I'm a long, long way from home Sending my life through a telephone Right now, my life is this gun, and I'll use it To get back to my son We're making our last stand on This lost and lonely ground Believing in the end it counts for something. Yeah Yeah Yeah-eah I can't wait to get to heaven, but I'm pretty sure I've already Been to hell It's the love/hate part of it A captain goes down with his ship But I've made my choice, and this is it This is the life that I must live I'll leave it on my arm if you can tell. To all my friends, I bid you well. I'll leave it on my arm if you can tell. I bid you well, I bid you well. Will we ever get it? Lay down your life, and follow me in through the dark. (Whoa) We'll never know if we are too afraid to start. (Whoa) Just keep your head down; it won't be your final march. (Whoa) This is the only chance we'll have to leave our mark. (Whoa)