Wave to the younger men as they float away
Wave to the younger men with their guns
Wave to the younger men
As they do what they do with their smiles on their faces
Wave to the younger men
They're the ones
I can hear them sing
They sing solemnly
Over and over again
Pray for the lonely boys as they're shipped away
Pray for the lonely boys as they cry
Pray for the lonely boys
As they do what they do with their smiles on their faces
Pray for the lonely boys as they die
I can hear them weep
I can hear them cry
They sing solemnly
They weep endlessly
Now that they know where they're going
They're wasted, shamefully turning away
Now that they know where they go when they sigh
Back in the old days they thought they were good men
Now they just do as they're told
Raising their weapons to poor boys eyes
And I hear them weep
I can hear them cry
They sob endlessly
And they make me cry