All Quiet

Man down Says a voice on the radio There are rats in the trench again No way to rid my head of the living dead Leave my house and make my bed The front's the only fight for me The front's the only fight for me The front's the only fight for me The front's the only fight for me You were my world My anchor, my every day I'll carry your weight You're bleeding out What a waste of a life, of a friend This tender age You gotta kill them first or they'll kill you quicker Amen to that my friend I'll wear your boots when you can't walk no more He'll take your cigarettes and a letter to your door Duck down below the ground Death is in the distance Crawling closer every night It's all in the business Amen to that my friend I'll wear your boots when you can't walk no more He'll take your cigarettes and a letter to your door Duck down below the ground Death is in the distance Crawling closer every night It's all in the name of business