Song Lyrics

I have seen and done things I want to forget –
soldiers fell like lumps of meat,
blown and shot out beyond belief.
arms and legs were in the trees.

I have seen and done things I want to forget –
coming from an unearthly place,
longing to see a woman’s face
or hear a piano’s grace,
instead of the words that gather pace,
the words that maketh murder.

I have seen and done things I want to forget –
a Corporal, who’s nerves were shot
climbing behind a fierce, gone sun,
flies swarming everyone,
death lingering, stunk
over the whole summit peak
flesh quivering in the heat.
This was something else again.
I fear it cannot be explained.
The words that maketh murder.