On all sides we're fighting all the time  And there is no escape  We all make it that way  Social grace hides jealousy and hate  Of what we may achieve  Or believe in or praise  Sometimes it makes me feel like  Dying, dying  'Cause dead men don't care  Soldier, hey! Soldier  You don't have to choose  To win or lose, it's the same  Soldier, hey! Soldier  Everywhere I turn  No-one will learn  It's a game  Only strong men can survive for long  Against all odds it seems  And the schemes that we make  All men must return once more to dust  Then realise too late  All the hate was in vain  Sometimes it's hard to keep on  Fighting, fighting  And playing these games  Soldier... etc...