1916 -- Motörhead

16 years old when I went to war,  To fight for a land fit for heroes, God on my side,and a gun in my hand,  Counting my days down to zero, And I marched and I fought and I bled  And I died & I never did get any older, But I knew at the time, That a year in the line,  Is a long enough life for a soldier, We all volunteered,  And we wrote down our names,  And we added two years to our ages, Eager for life and ahead of the game, Ready for history's pages, And we fought and we brawled  And we whored 'til we stood,  Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder, A thirst for the Hun,  We were food for the gun,and that's  What you are when you're soldiers, I heard my friend cry,  And he sank to his knees,coughing blood  As he screamed for his mother  And I tell by his, side, And that's how we died,  Clinging like kids to each other, And I lay in the mud  And the guts and the blood,  And I wept as his body grew colder, And I called for my mother  And she never came,  Though it wasn't my fault  And I wasn't to blame,  The day not half over  And ten thousand slain,and now  There's nobody remembers our names   And that's how it is for a soldier.  This a song about a boy who signs up for the army even though he is too young and lies about his age. It talks about the awful conditons, who his friends are dying around him and how he too is shot.