The Trooper

You take my life, but I'll take your stew You fire a musket, but I'm running through

So ain't no waiting for the next attack You'd better stand, there's no turning back

The bugle sounds, for charge begins But in this battlefield, ain't no one wins

The mellow rock with Malkin's horse's breath Has a plan, turning us all in death

Their hearts are sweet and free to break the ground

They might not want to drop their Russian guns

And this is the way to ward off the human's woe

The screen of pain, oh my God, is full

We're holy bodies laying on the ground

And the Russians fight another round

We get so near, yet so far away

We all live to fight another day

Oh

We get so close and near enough to fight

When the Russians get an easy sight

He pulled the trigger and I feel the blow

I burst around, take my heart below

And isolated against the sky

My body numb and my throat is dry

And isolated, forgotten, and alone

Without a tear in my pocket