I often hear the call
Of the infantrymen as they fall
To the depths of me
The depths of me.

And when the night has gone
And the trenches greet the dawn
What it asks of me
What it wants me to be

Oh, the firing line
Oh, the firing line.

It still remains
In a sea of october rain
And the eyes of a frightened lonely child
Stare inside of me.

Oh, the firing line
Oh, the firing line

And who of all my friends
Will be there at the end
When they lay me out
When they lay me out?

Oh, the firing line
Oh, the firing line

Oh, the firing line
Oh, the firing line.


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    General CommentThis song is so harrowinly beautiful. I work at the Australian War Memorial, so this song strikes such a chord with me. The terrible waste of life on the hills of Gallipolli and the fields on the Western Front will never be forgotten, and im sure i speak for many Australians in saying that.
    long_live_INXSon October 08, 2008   Link
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