A short man from Texas
A man of the wild
Thrown into combat
Where bodies lie piled

Fights his emotions
His blood's running cold
Just like his victories
His story unfolds

Bright, a white light
If there´d be, any glory in war
Let it rest, on men like him

(Dead men will never come back.)

Crosses grow on Anzio
Where no soldiers sleep and where hell's six feet deep
The death must wait, there's no debate
So charge and attack, going to hell and back!

A man of the 15th, a man of can-do
Friends fall around him, but yet he came through
Let them fall face-down, if they must die
Making it easier to say goodbye
Bright, a white light
If there´d be, any glory in war
Let it rest, on men like him

Who went to hell and came back!

Crosses grow on Anzio
Where no soldiers sleep and where hell's six feet deep
The death must wait, there's no debate
So charge and attack, going to hell and back!

Oh, gather 'round me
And listen while I speak
Of a war, where hell is six feet deep
And now that I'm off the shore, where cannons still roar
They're haunting my dreams, they're still there when I
Sleep!

He saw crosses grow on Anzio
Where no soldiers sleep and where hell's six feet deep
The death must wait, there's no debate
He charged and attacked, he went to hell and back!