Mud on my boots.

Blood on my hands.

I march where the shells

turn men into sand.

Smoke in my eyes,

red in the air.

I do what I’m told.

I don’t even care.

Bones in the trench,

steel in the sky.

If they point me forward,

I’ll go till I die.

Little voice says stop.

Big fists say go.

I keep walking straight

through the broken glow.

Push on, push on

(Bone and smoke)

Push on, push on

(Bone and smoke)

I hit what’s near.

I break the line.

I keep on going.

I do just fine.

Friends go quiet

in the crater rain.

I don’t know names,

but I know the pain.

A roar, a crack,

a flash, a fall.

Still I stand up

and answer the call.

My head is hard.

My heart is stone.

If the front gets worse,

I go alone.

Little voice says stop.

Big fists say go.

I keep walking straight

through the broken glow.

Push on, push on

(Bone and smoke)

Push on, push on

(Bone and smoke)

I hit what’s near.

I break the line.

I keep on going.

I do just fine.

If the sky comes down,

I’ll hold it high.

If the world burns out,

I’m still alive.

No clever words.

No secret plan.

Just one big grunt

and a forward jam.

Push on, push on

(Bone and smoke)

Push on, push on

(Bone and smoke)

I hit what’s near.

I break the line.

I keep on going.

I do just fine.

Push on, push on

(Bone and smoke)

Push on, push on

(Bone and smoke)