405 (And The Rest Of Today) Lyrics

Bottle's your brother
Gun is your bride
One is collapsing
Maybe suicide
405 and the rest of today

Lieutenant speaks
Corporal screams
Division of labor
So it seems

A pot on your head
Death in your hand
That's how they send you
To no-man's land
Oh boy

The garrison priest
Tries to keep step
He's got a little cross
On his shoulder slab

405 and the rest of today
405 and the rest of today
404 and the rest of today
403 and the rest of today