Lyrics:

Throw your soldiers into positions once there is no escape, and they will prefer death to flight.

Hear the sound of the machine gun
Hear it echo in the night
Mortars firing, rains the scene
Scars the fields that once were green
It's a stalemate at the front line
Where the soldiers rest in mud
Roads and houses, all is gone
There's no glory to be won

Know that many men will suffer
Know that many men will die
Half a million lives at stake
At the fields of Passchendaele
And as night falls, the general calls,
And the battle carries on
And on
What is the purpose of it all?
What's the price of a mile?

Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army on the march
Long way from home, paying the price in young mens' lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud, stuck in a trench with no way out

Thousands of machine guns
Kept on firing through the night
Mortars placed and wrecked the scene
Guns the fields that once were green
Still a deadlock at the front line
Where the soldiers die in mud
Roads and houses, since long gone
Still no glory has been won

Know that many men have suffered
Know that many men have died
Six miles of ground have been won
Half a million men are gone
And as the men crawl, the general called
And the killing carried on
And on
What was the purpose of it all?
What's the price of a mile?

Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army on the march
Long way from home, paying the price in young mens' lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud, stuck in a trench with no way out

Young men are dying
They pay the price
Oh how they suffer
So tell me what's the price of a mile?

That's the price of a mile!

Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army on the march
Long way from home, paying the price in young mens' lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud, stuck in the trench with no way out

Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army on the march
Long way from home, paying the price in young mens' lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud, stuck in the trench with no way out

Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army on the march
Long way from home, paying the price in young mens' lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud, stuck in the trench with no way out

Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army on the march
Long way from home, paying the price in young mens' lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud, stuck in the trench with no way out