Lyrics:

Bottle's your brother
Gun is your bride
One is collapsing
Maybe suicide
405 and the rest of today

Lieutenant speaks
Corporal screams
Division of labor
So it seems

A pot on your head
Death in your hand
That's how they send you
To no-man's land
Oh boy

The garrison priest
Tries to keep step
He's got a little cross
On his shoulder slab

405 and the rest of today
405 and the rest of today
404 and the rest of today
403 and the rest of today