I was falling dead in battle Must have been Tuesday, I don't know the date I gave everything everyone asked for But I'll say where I'll be laid The many dead of my comrades All look the same in this place Won't you bury me far from my uniform So God might remember my face Bridge: Just bury me far from my uniform From the iron cross medal I would've worn From the statues that sisters and widows mourn From the newspaper clippings in micro-form From Geneva, the Hague, and Nuremberg From the sex of this world that I'll no longer taste Won't you bury me far from my uniform So God might remember my face