Some modest dreams, they just don't pay out 

Some modest means don't leave much way out 

In every cradle there's a grave now 

In every owner there's a slave now 

Heard somewhere that there is a place now 

Someone who'll catch you on your way down 

But in every captain there's a kid now 

In every chaplain there's an ID now 

So make sure you keep your bunk beds made 

One day you'll see your bunker walls degrade 

And in every garden there's a snake now 

In every pardon there's a mistake now 

When you fall on the ground, not a sound: army bound 

When you're all no-account, no amount: army bound 

When your vests (or your gowns), hand-me-downs: army bound 

Workin' hard for a round to the crown: army bound 

While you march from your town to renown: army bound