In the barracks they are waiting
In the barracks they are trained
The same old story that never ends
In the barracks they are waiting.

Of nice girls they are dreaming
Of nice girls leaving them one day.
The same old story that never ends
Of nice girls they are dreaming.

If they are called, so they must go
they're never asked if they want to.
The same old story that never ends
If they are called, so they must go.

At fellow men they aim and shoot,
order'd by other fellow men.
The same old story that never ends.
At fellow men they aim and shoot.

Cross amidst crosses, this is their end
cross amidst crosses, who thinks of them.
The same old story that never ends
Cross amidst crosses, this is their end.

In the barracks they are waiting
In the barracks they are trained
The same old story that never ends
In the barracks they are waiting.