| March through the mist when the armies enlist
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| All the children who fight for their older
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| They storm through the night in a half state of fright
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| Their future is strapped to their shoulder
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| They battle their shadows on the wall
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| They jump when the major gives the call
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| They fight for their freedom, their country don’t need’em
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| The war will eventually kill’em all
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| They live for tomorrow in agony and sorrow
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| And learning that the strongest will survive
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| They’re dodging for cover, they scream for their mother
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| They struggle just to keep themselves alive
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| The children of the infants corps
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| Don’t know what they’ve been fighting for
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| They’re only young, they know they’ve paid the price
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| Their innocence unselfishness
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| And all in all defencelessness
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| The government has made the sacrifice
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| Who’s responsible for the Infantry Corps
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| Who’s responsible for the Infantry Corps
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| Young bodies are lying everywhere
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| Lifeless but no one seems to care
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| Hooray for the children, the country just killed’em
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| The blame’s here for everyone to share
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| The children of the infants corps
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| Don’t know what they’ve been fighting for
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| They’re only young, they know they’ve paid the price
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| Their innocence unselfishness
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| And all in all defencelessness
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| The government has made the sacrifice
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| The Infantry, the Infantry
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| You’re in the Infantry Corps
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| The Infantry |