i want my legs back

all i want is my legs back
you can stick your honour
and you can stick your glory
you can stick your medals
and your milatry parades
i make no excuses
for the courage that i lack
i just want my bloody legs back

i dont want to hear
about no moral high ground
how we were right
they were wrong
and how victory was almost won

but it was me that signed the form
it was me that made the choice
it was me that wanted to fight
it was me that drank the beer
who laughed and cheered
with the words of the rightious
ringing in my ears

only the busy nurses are left to care
me weeping held prisioner in this bastard chair
i never knew there was worse things than
dying
oh lord hear my prayers end this sickening nightmare
do something jesus to give me some hope
and return me from enternal black
or better still just give my fucking legs back