Frontline

They lined up all us school boys
And they asked for volunteers
And when no one don't say nothing
They said: you!
And they handed me a rifle
And they called me infantry
And they put me on the front line
Yeah, they put me on the front line

Hey, dead boys
We're the motherless bastard sons
To the life not worth a match stick
Waste of oxygen
Say, dead boys
So your prospects are almost none
Well, they still might teach you something
Yeah, i'm sure they'll teach you something

To the bosses and teachers who won't know my name
Now there's a monument where it's engraved
A parade
To celebrate the brave
And everybody came

Well, they kept me full of cocaine
And they taught me how to fuck
And they made me feel like i'd fear almost nothing
And we killed all through the daytime
And we killed them in the night
And they put me on the front line
Yeah, they put me on the front line

Hey, dead boys
We're the motherless bastard sons
To the life not worth a match stick
Waste of oxygen
Say, dead boys
So you prospects are almost none
Well, they still might teach you something
Yeah, i'm sure they'll teach you something

And here's to the parents who won't know my name
Now there's a monument where it's engraved
A parade
To celebrate the brave
And everybody came

To the senators' daughters who won't know my name
Now there's a monument where it's engraved
A parade
To celebrate the brave
And everybody came