Hanging Rock

I've got a head like a broken clock
And locomotive thoughts that just Won't stop
There comes a time
When you've gotta take stock
So meet me down at the Hanging Rock

I've got a heart like a beating drum
And a thousand ways to cope with The things I've done
One hundred bad excuses when judgment comes
And mud and blood and gunpowder to fill my lungs

Most men make bad soldiers but war makes bad men
And when you march across five Aprils
You don't think you'll see the end
The quickest way to turn a bunch of boys into men
Is to send them off to war and make them bury their friends

You've got a mouth like a cannon ball
You just line em up and you watch em fall
Between your tongue and teeth and your jabbering jaw
You can talk for hours and say nothing at all

In through your nose
And out through your mouth and turn off your head
As we march through the south