cannon fodder on black and white warfield standing side by side two steps forward one step right I have stripped of all but pride from my cradle to my grave only knowledge will I save in this game I stay a slave
bitter sorrow bitter sorrow
rain of bullets field of pain on this board I have no name war of minds war in my brain on battlefield we're all the same now with dust in throat I crave I don't fit in the league of the brave in this game I stay a slave
bitter sorrow bitter sorrow
find a happy place for me that's not frightening me bitter sorrow bitter sorrow it's my own sweet misery cause there's no such place left to be
save me
little peasant down again I will never see the day again under queen and king I bleed poor as I am go ahead and play your game make the move make my misery ends in the front line here I stand so come and take me bitter sorrow I will never see the day again I will never see the day again never free never me