Killing Ground

	They do the things all soldiers do
	While they’re waiting to die
	Writing letters to their friends
	That will never be delivered
	They have dreams about escaping
	Getting away underneath the fence
	And being, once more reunited
	With their families and friends
	Sitting calmly in the barracks
	From where they watch the guards
	Standing at the main gate
	Smoking and playing cards
	But this remains just wishful thinking
	Deep inside they all know
	There’s no escape from this place
	A dead end is as far as they can go

	They do the things all soldiers do
	While they' re waiting to die
	Writing letters to their friends
	That will never be delivered
	They have dreams about escaping
	Getting away underneath the fence
	And being, once more reunited
	With their families and friends
	Sitting calmly in the barracks
	From where they watch the guards
	Standing at the main gate
	Smoking and playing cards
	But this remains just wishful thinking
	Deep inside they all know
	There' s no escape from this place
	A dead end is as far as they can go