The Fortunate Sons

Blood, thunder and fear flowing I cry when I need you And march when I'm told where to go Lessons I know Is it the way of a soldier to offer his soul? Bang the drum slowly for the fortunate son I am one, said and done a fortunate son Mud, ankles and bones Covered I pray when I need to And sleep when I don't want to know Letters from home Clutched in the hands of my comrades My brothers, my own Bang the drum slowly for the fortunate sons It's said and done, I am the one, the fortunate son (Answers) I feel the heat from my side Crucified, deep and wide I could be saving a life Couldn't I?