Quiet on the Front Lyrics

I can't hold a glass of wine yet
But they think it's fine to have me hold a gun
Kill a man and kill his son well
Straight down in the yard where uncle pulled his gun and
Sent him off alone fighting blind in dark
But the wheels just keep on turning
The men just keep on marching in
I swear to God if you don't get that letter
I will kill myself before they kill me on the line
In the end the heart divides
In the pictures, we'll reside
With our memories we all fade in time, in time

Mother sweeps at night the porch
Squints hardly to discover
Baby coming home
But of course she doesn't to know when
Or how he will get there
Surely needing repair
Worries to the bone that's weaker as
The wheels just keep on turning
The men just keep on marching in
I swear to God if you don't get that letter
I will kill myself before they kill me on the line
In the end the heart divides
In the pictures, we'll reside
With our memories we all fade in time, in time
Ma'am, we've found he's gone
With sincere regret
Ma'am, we've found he's gone
With sincere regret
Oh, ohhhh

In the end the heart divides
In the pictures we'll reside
With our memories we all fade in time
With our memories we all fade in time, in time
With our memories we all fade in time, in time
With our memories we all fade in time, in time
With our memories we all fade in time, in time