We're marching in the playgrounds
We're marching in the streets
We're marching on the inside
And we're marching for the queen
But do you really really know
Know what it means
To march for your brothers
Fallen in the dunes,
Mothers weep in misery
At sons lost in the field
You sit and play your games
And jerk off at the screen
But do you really know
What it's like to pull the trigger?
To see your fallen friends
And to lose a whole brigade?
Watching them descend
Outnumbered to the full
Do you really really know?
I just hope you never do.
We're marching in the playgrounds
Marching in the streets
Marching on the inside
Marching for the queen
But do you really really know
Know what it means
To march for your brothers
Their feet beneath the sheets
I just hope you never do
