It can be heard in every man

Every bullet, every shell

In every word, ink and pen

Every family torn

Every post-marked stamp wishing them well

I'm a man of no faith

I'm a man of no faith, but I'm familiar with hell

It can be seen in every kid scared to death

The wear and the pain on their face

We march on into snow, into rain

Our trenches, our foxholes

And our early graves

I'm a man of no faith

I'm a man of no faith, but I'm familiar with hell

I'm a man of no faith

I'm a man of no faith, but I'm familiar with hell