It can be heard in every man
Every bullet, every shell
In every word, ink and pen
Every family torn
Every post-marked stamp wishing them well
I'm a man of no faith,
I'm a man of no faith, but I'm familiar with hell
It can be seen in every kid scared to death
The wear and the pain on their face
We march on into snow, into rain
Our trenches, our foxholes
And our early graves
I'm a man of no faith,
I'm a man of no faith, but I'm familiar with hell
I'm a man of no faith,
I'm a man of no faith, but I'm familiar with hell