As the daylight starts to fade -
Twisting shadows all around.
Dead soldiers on parade -

The ghosts of Porton Down.

Hidden from the public eye, "A cause for regret"

Wrote the Brigadier-General with the chemistry set.
"Can't be more specific - the matter's confidential,
Links with other incidents are just coincidental."


In jeopardy - welcome to the lion's den,
We skate on thin ice - dice with death.

While young boys drown in seas of poison -
We are the plagiarists of breath.


We go left right left right left -
They're left in the right again.
We go right left right left right -

We've no rights left anymore.

Military science picking the locks

Of a 20th Century Pandora's box.

A father tells a son,

"The army makes a man of you."
Now all vital signs are gone -
Another joins the countless few.


Mentioned in dispatches - they tell the same old story,
'Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori,"

They listened to him screaming -
They sat and watched him writhe,
Taking turns observing as his body burns alive.


Rifles firing at the sky -
As the "Last Post" starts to play.

Young soldiers often die -
And the truth gets filed away.


Thomas Atkins (Private 20967),
Now reports for duty -
He's been posted up to heaven.

Enlisted by conscription - a participant unwilling.
Who didn't plan to give his life for taking the "King's
Shilling".


In jeopardy - welcome to the lion's den,
We skate on thin ice - dice with death,

While young boys drown in seas of poison -
We are the plagiarists of breath.