I've got a prayer.
I'm not afraid of dying or getting hurt,
that's not why I'm here.
Figure you're busy, so I'll cut the jive.
I've got a prayer.
A single line.
Don't let the bastards take me alive.

Battle in two hours, we will be outnumbered,
possibly three to one.
I'm a career soldier, a murderer perhaps, but
it's my job, I've been trained to kill.
Don't know if you're keeping track, my 
death count, it's creeping up on a hundred.
Not a single one for the thrill.

I've got a prayer.
I know that I'm badly wounded.
Can't feel my legs, but I can see the blood 
and almost taste the fear.
Figure you're busy, so I'll cut the jive.
I've got a prayer.
A single line.
Thanks for not letting the bastards..