So you dont like me, stand in line...
Just like alot of others you think you better than me and that's fine
I'm not perfect I never claimed to be
I'm trying my hardest to be a good man by being me ...
DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,
Dead, with the foe at their feet;
Under the sky laid low
Truly their slumber is sweet,
Though the wind from the Camp of the
Slain Men blow,
And the rain on the wilderness beat.