Lyrics:

Music The Watchmen/Words D. Greaves)

I'm not done yet
120 soaking wet
A little piece of home, to hang your head
I like it
We've reached the middle somehow
Move onwards to the end, I'll get up when I'm ready
A little piece of home to hang your head upon
I like it
Called me a soldier
And now they're passing me around
Wait 'till I'm older
Find me lying face down
I like it