This one is for those who died in the war
Ever since I was a small boy
I've lived in the ghetto
Gotten caught in barbwire
Standing in the army's soup and bread line
Watched people dying
Just for feeding themselves and their mothers, and their sisters

In line to the Depot

This one is for those who died in the war
I'm starting to get tired
Of course it takes its toll on you
To get the message that the war is over
But the war isn't over
It comes when we're asleep
It's barely begun, even though the fence is so thin

In line to the Depot

It's worst when it's Winter
Corporals'd get angry and the lines got longer
Down to the Depot
And once, the clothes were comfortable
Now they're too big
And all that we did
Didn't help us in the line to the Depot