Blood, thunder and fear flowing,
I cry when I need you, and march when I'm told where to go,
Lessons I know,
Is it the way of a soldier to offer his soul'

Bang the drum slowly for the fortunate son,
It's said and done,
I am the one, a fortunate son.

Mud, ankles and bones covered,
I pray when I need to, and sleep when I don't want to know,
Letters from home clutched in the hands of my comrades,
My brothers, my own.

Bang the drum slowly for the fortunate sons, (I feel the heat from my side)
I am one, (crucified, deep and wide)
Oh, said and done, (I could be saving a life, couldn't I')
The fortunate sons.

Aye, aye,
Aye, aye, aye,
Aye, aye,
Aye, aye.

Bang the drum slowly for the fortunate sons, (I feel the heat from my side)
I am one, (crucified, deep and wide)
Oh, said and done, (I could be saving a life, couldn't I')
The fortunate sons.

Aye, aye,
Aye, aye, aye.