I'm sending you a letter 

Because I don't think there's much time 

Time to lear the cobwebs 

Time to bear the crime



It's only a number 

It's only a death 

Another soldier died in action 

The telegram regrets



I'm lying on a stretcher 

They're lying to my face 

There's no-one left to help me 

I'm just a waste of space



It's a matter of moments 

I'll be dead before you've read 

There's blood on the table 

And my back is full of lead