The mortar shreds my will down under
Oh, you got to push the enemy line
We can't give them any ground
Tell me, son, what you're made of
Tell me, son, scared to die
Tell me, son, do you have some
Of what it takes to make a man inside
I've got reasons for living
They give me a reason to run
They give me a reason for fighting
It gives me pain for my gun
I'll come face to face with death
And it might be me takin' my last breath
Tell me, son, what you're made of
Tell me, son, scared to die
Tell me, son, do you have some
Of what it takes to make a man inside?
I hope I live to see my family,
I don't want to die all alone
The captain strongly assures me
We'll do our job and head for home
They fire down on our platoon
Tell me, what you're made of
Tell me, son, scared to die
Tell me, son, do you have some
Of what it takes to make a man inside?
Tell me, what you're made of
Tell me, son, you're scared to die
Tell me, son, do you have some
Of what it takes to make a man inside?