Throw your soldiers into positions once there is no escape,
And they will prefer death to flight Hear the sound of the machine gun Hear it echo in the night Mortars firing, rains the scene Scars the fields that once were green It's a stalemate at the front line Where the soldiers rest in mud Roads and houses, all is gone There's 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 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 mens' 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 placed and wrecked the scene Gone's the fields that once were green Still a deadlock at the front line Where the soldiers die in mud Roads and houses, since long gone Still no glory has been won Know that many men have suffered Know that many men have died Six miles of ground have been won Half a million men are gone And as the men crawled, the general called And the killing carried on And on What was 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 mens' 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 mens' 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 feet march to the beat, it's an army on the march Long way from home, paying the price in young mens' 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 feet march to the beat, it's an army on the march Long way from home, paying the price in young mens' 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 feet march to the beat, it's an army on the march Long way from home, paying the price in young mens' 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
