Lyrics

[Verse 1] Can you hear the shuffle of shoes? Old men in polyester suits Ties like regimental colors flying Where they come from I don't know I just watch them row upon row Every single one of them is crying And they're marching along the old dirt tracks Looking up ahead and never looking back Scared they'll catch the eye of some Medusa [Chorus] Here they are now one, two, three Four, and five, and more, and many And six, and seven, еight, and nine Here thеy come in a long, long line Count a dozen, count a score There might be a hundred more [Verse 2] Can you hear the clatter of boots? Kits and packs and khaki suits And ragged regimental colors flying Swallowed whole by the cold steel rain A little fresh blood in the serpent's veins Every single look is petrifying And it's a short sharp whistle, call to attack And they're running up ahead, and they're never coming back Caught right in the eye of some Medusa [Chorus] Here they are now one, two, three Four, and five, and more, and many And six, and seven, eight, and nine Here they come in a long, long line Count a dozen, count a score There might be a hundred more [Bridge] Can you hear the sidewalk clicking? And the telephones bulling And the clocks all ticking And the red-ink spilling on the burning embers Nobody cares and no one remembers Names like footsteps chiselled in stone Row upon row, row upon row Row upon row, row upon row [Chorus] Here they are now one, two, three Four, and five, and more, and many And six, and seven, eight, and nine Here they come in a long, long line Count a dozen, count a score There might be a hundred more A hundred more A hundred more