Over There Lyrics - The Conells

All right, pure delight 

to see you stand in 

all your glory. 

Oh the joys when your boys 

hit distant soil. 

And I hope to try 

to answer those who criticize you. 

Lead the sheep in their sleep 

to slaughter. 

Won't abide, pushed aside 

Let me know when you've decided 

I'll decline when the sign 

says "Over There" 

Your game has a name 

force and fury, fact and fiction. 

Sound the call, and the walls 

will tumble.