Enemy's Belly

I'll be the last on the field And my barrel will be the last to clear And I'll aim high, I'll aim high I'll aim high, I'll aim high I'll sleep on the enemy's belly And I'll take shelter under their trees When they ask me, "Where is your spine?" I'll say I left it at my mother's bedside Oh, goodnight, goodnight Goodnight, goodnight Goodnight, goodnight (oh, oh) Goodnight, goodnight Goodnight, goodnight Goodnight, goodnight When I speak now, I hear a different sound One I've never heard before coming out my mouth A unique sound, the sound of a coward burrowing deeper underground The sound of a coward burrowing deeper underground The sound of a coward burrowing deeper underground The sound of a coward burrowing deeper underground Goodnight, goodnight Goodnight, goodnight Goodnight, goodnight (oh, oh) Goodnight, goodnight Goodnight, goodnight Goodnight, goodnight And I'll aim high, I'll aim high I'll aim high, I'll aim high I'll aim high, I'll aim high I'll aim high, I'll aim high Goodnight, goodnight Goodnight, goodnight Goodnight, goodnight (oh, oh) Goodnight, goodnight Goodnight, goodnight Goodnight, goodnight