
So many johns
So many Tim’s
Buckets of arm’s
Piles of limbs
A sight for none
How I wish this were done
Put a end to the harm
Would sure do the charm
The Smell is sickening
Of sweet blood and tears
Pessimistic the place
Of your very worst fears
Shame on the Almighty War
Which brings me so much blood
So many dead men
How much more can we afford
Dirty uniforms
Men deformed
But never retreated hope still in the air
Spirits not defeated
So many Tim’s
Buckets of arm’s
Piles of limbs
A sight for none
How I wish this were done
Put a end to the harm
Would sure do the charm
The Smell is sickening
Of sweet blood and tears
Pessimistic the place
Of your very worst fears
Shame on the Almighty War
Which brings me so much blood
So many dead men
How much more can we afford
Dirty uniforms
Men deformed
But never retreated hope still in the air
Spirits not defeated