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Pinned down, can't stop the ringing in my ears
And now my eyes sealed shut with blood
Burning lungs with a gasp for air
Black smoke and scarlet mud

"Up the hill, boys, up the hill!"
The captain shouts the order
"Up the hill, boys, up the hill!"
Like lambs into the slaughter

I'll write and let you know
When the boys are coming home
I'll write you should I see the morning light
Through these iron sights

I was strapped in the cabin of a Cobra King
When we circled on Bastone
Screaming hell from a 43
Drew bloodstains through the snow

"Up the hill, boys, up the hill!"
The captain shouts another
"Up the hill, boys, up the hill!"
They're screamin' for their mothers

I'll write and let you know
When the boys are coming home
I'll write you should I see the morning light
Through these iron sights

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