Lyrics

I've told you once I've told you a thousand times No regrets and no remorse No 4 AM whiskey-soaked wisdom Or bloody knuckled politic Do I regret And not a single moment will I ever repent Will I ever repent And you may say I have lost to a better man This may be true I cannot protest or lie Yet maybe one who did not dare to be wrong or Even to be right To those who did not dare to sing out of tune Or sing a different song To march to the beat of a different drum and speak The truths others fear Just give me one thing to live or die for To live, give me one thing to live or die for So here's to comrades near and far So raise a glass, raise your voices Years have passed, between us some would say And they have not been kind Yet these are the scars of war And we remain yet we stand Bloodied yet unbowed We are We are bloodied, yet unbowed What is the standard with which I bear What flag do we fly when marching to war Only a nation that dare not speak its name Nor can ever shed its pain Its pain Its pain So here's to comrades near and far Who raise a glass, raise hell Years have passed closer to the grave But this is the song we chose to sing To the bitter end, to the end