The Conells - Over There lyrics

All right, pure delight

to see you stand in

all your glory.

Oh the joys when your boys

hit distant soil.

And I hope to try

to answer those who criticize you.

Lead the sheep in their sleep

to slaughter.

Won't abide, pushed aside

Let me know when you've decided

I'll decline when the sign

says "Over There"

Your game has a name

force and fury, fact and fiction.

Sound the call, and the walls

will tumble.