cannon fodder on black and white
warfield standing side by side
two steps forward one step right
I have stripped of all but pride
from my cradle to my grave
only knowledge will I save
in this game I stay a slave
bitter sorrow bitter sorrow
rain of bullets field of pain
on this board I have no name
war of minds war in my brain
on battlefield we're all the same
now with dust in throat I crave
I don't fit in the league of the brave
in this game I stay a slave
bitter sorrow bitter sorrow
find a happy place for me that's not frightening me
bitter sorrow bitter sorrow
it's my own sweet misery cause there's no such place left to be
save me
little peasant down again
I will never see the day again
under queen and king I bleed
poor as I am
go ahead and play your game
make the move make my misery ends
in the front line here I stand
so come and take me bitter sorrow
I will never see the day again I will never see the day again
never free never me
