I´m sending you a letter
Because I don´t think there´s much time
Time to clear the cobwebs
Time to bear the crime

It´s only a number
It´s only a death
Another soldier died in action
The telegram regrets

I´m lying on a stretcher
They´re lying to my face
There´s no-one left to help me
I´m just a waste of space

It´s a matter of moments
I´ll be dead before you´ve read
There´s blood on the table
And my back is full of lead