Marching along with Death Row,
Soaked in sweat and blood.
Didn't put on a good show
Now we're working in the mud.
The drill sergeant's on my ass,
And I can't keep in step.
I didn't learn from the past
Still not a soldier yet.
March along 2 by 2,
So far away from home;
I have begun to feel so blue,
But I shall never roam.
Keep doing more and more,
Marching through the pain,
Doesn't matter if I get sore,
'Cause I know this is no game.
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