When i was at school, i hated history
So when i was 16, i joined the army
I met a girl called Lucy, playing pool
In an Army barracks based in Kabul
We both had a passion to fight over sea
And joined the Army to kill the Iraqi
Lucy got pregnant and on maternity
And moved my new family
Back home to London, to Battersea
I kept a picture in my pocket of me and Lucy
And soon i was fighting a different enemy
My heart no longer in it, bored of the War
I told my superior this was my final Tour
I counted down the days, till i'd see my family
Looking at my picture of me and Lucy
I was counting down the days, till i'd be free
I was now in single fingers, only another 3
Then as luck would have it, well mine especially
On a routine mission, i got shot in the knee
I felt the pain in my leg, but more so in my side
Another bullet hit me and the pain would not subside
I felt a coldness come over me,
And the photo in my wallet of me and Lucy
Was soon soaking in blood, and i heard her say
I love you my sweet darling, I'll see you some day
As i lay there on the dirt, the sky looking down on me
The last thing I saw, was the photo of me and Lucy.