The Price Of A Mile

Throw your soldiers into positions once there is no escape
And they will prefer death to flight

Hear the sound of a machine gun
Hear it echo in the night
Mortals firing rains the scene
Scars the fields
That once were green

It’s a stalemate at the frontline
Where the soldiers rest in mud
Roads and houses
All is gone
There is no glory to be won

Know that many men will suffer
Know that many men will die
Half a million lives at stake
At the fields of Passchendaele

And as the night falls the general calls
And the battle carries on
And on
What is the purpose of it all
What’s the price of a mile?

Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army on the march
Long way from home
Paying the price in young men’s lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud
Stuck in a trench with no way out

Thousands of machine guns
Kept on firing through the night
Mortars blazed and wrecked the scene
Gone is the fields that once were green

Still a deadlock at the frontline
Where the soldiers die in mud
Roads and houses since long gone
Still no glory has been won
Know that many men has suffered
Know that many men has died

Six miles of ground has been won
Half a million men are gone
And as the men crawled the general called
And the killing carried on
And on
What’s the purpose of it all?
What’s the price of a mile?

Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army on the march
Long way from home
Paying the price in young men’s lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud
Stuck in a trench with no way out

Young men are dying
They pay the price
Oh, how they suffer
So tell me what’s the price of a mile?

That’s the price of a mile!

Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army on the march
Long way from home
Paying the price in young men’s lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It’s an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud
Stuck in a trench with no way out