I often hear the call Of the infantrymen as they fall To the depths of me The depths of me. And when the night has gone And the trenches greet the dawn What it asks of me What it wants me to be Oh, the firing line Oh, the firing line. It still remains In a sea of october rain And the eyes of a frightened lonely child Stare inside of me. Oh, the firing line Oh, the firing line ♪ And who of all my friends Will be there at the end When they lay me out When they lay me out? Oh, the firing line Oh, the firing line Oh, the firing line Oh, the firing line.