I pray to God that I am right, And then I send boys off to fight, And travel home in boxes far too soon.
Chorus May God have mercy on my soul, For all the years that I have stolen, From the men who follow what I say. And may the families all forgive, The orders I so calmly give them As I march their sons into harm�s way. Out there on the killing floor I hear the bloody sounds of war. Watch a thousand more souls slip away. And sometimes it�s too much to bear The dead and dying everywhere Everyday for me is Judgement Day.
I write to mothers of their sons And say they were the bravest ones Then I pour a drink and sleep.
But sleep is only filled with drums A slice of death till morning comes A heart of darkness where my soul can weep.
Come walk a mile in bloody shoes, And lose the men that I am losing Watch them pay the Piper for my tune
Come walk among their ghosts with me And look through eyes to used to seeing Faces who have joined the Lost Platoon.
Come Judgement Day God only knows If man will reap the pain he sows And what will be the price he has to pay
Down here on the killing floor Among the crimson rags of war The fee each day I live is Judgement Day Everyday for me is Judgement Day.
Chorus (Repeat last line 3 times.)