Jeopardy
As the daylight starts to fade
Twisting shadows all around.
Dead soldiers on parade
The ghosts of Porton Down.
Hidden from the public eye, "A cause for regret"
Wrote the Brigadier-General with the chemistry set.
"Can't be more specific - the matter's confidential,
Links with other incidents are just coincidental."
In jeopardy - welcome to the lion's den,
We skate on thin ice - dice with death.
While young boys drown in seas of poison
We are the plagiarists of breath.
We go left right left right left
They're left in the right again.
We go right left right left right
We've no rights left anymore.
Military science picking the locks
Of a 20th Century Pandora's box.
A father tells a son,
"The army makes a man of you."
Now all vital signs are gone
Another joins the countless few.
Mentioned in dispatches - they tell the same old story,
'Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori,"
They listened to him screaming
They sat and watched him writhe,
Taking turns observing as his body burns alive.
Rifles firing at the sky
As the "Last Post" starts to play.
Young soldiers often die
And the truth gets filed away.
Thomas Atkins (Private 20967),
Now reports for duty -
He's been posted up to heaven.
Enlisted by conscription - a participant unwilling.
Who didn't plan to give his life for taking the "King's Shilling".
In jeopardy - welcome to the lion's den,
We skate on thin ice - dice with death,
While young boys drown in seas of poison
We are the plagiarists of breath.
Twisting shadows all around.
Dead soldiers on parade
The ghosts of Porton Down.
Hidden from the public eye, "A cause for regret"
Wrote the Brigadier-General with the chemistry set.
"Can't be more specific - the matter's confidential,
Links with other incidents are just coincidental."
In jeopardy - welcome to the lion's den,
We skate on thin ice - dice with death.
While young boys drown in seas of poison
We are the plagiarists of breath.
We go left right left right left
They're left in the right again.
We go right left right left right
We've no rights left anymore.
Military science picking the locks
Of a 20th Century Pandora's box.
A father tells a son,
"The army makes a man of you."
Now all vital signs are gone
Another joins the countless few.
Mentioned in dispatches - they tell the same old story,
'Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori,"
They listened to him screaming
They sat and watched him writhe,
Taking turns observing as his body burns alive.
Rifles firing at the sky
As the "Last Post" starts to play.
Young soldiers often die
And the truth gets filed away.
Thomas Atkins (Private 20967),
Now reports for duty -
He's been posted up to heaven.
Enlisted by conscription - a participant unwilling.
Who didn't plan to give his life for taking the "King's Shilling".
In jeopardy - welcome to the lion's den,
We skate on thin ice - dice with death,
While young boys drown in seas of poison
We are the plagiarists of breath.