The tanks were rattling like a thunder 
The soldiers went to final fight 
And here they carried young commander 
With head all broken outright 

His tank was hit with armor-piercer 
So say good-bye to Guardian crew 
Just four more corpses in the hillside 
Will add to fair morning view 

'Cause now the vehicle is a-burning 
Wait for the shells to detonate 
You wanna live to see this morning 
But you're too weak and it's too late 

So they'll extract you from the remains 
They'll put your coffin on the clay 
And fire & thunder from the mainguns 
Will see you into your last way 

For now the telegrames are flying 
To tell the friends and relatives 
That their good son is never coming 
And never getting any leave 

And there's that photo on the bookshelf 
Collecting dust for years on end - 
In uniform, with shoulder-boards on... 
And he will never be her man.