kind sucks, but here I go
broken treads and rusty steel,
give my form a worn out feel.
but if you've time to hear my story,
i'll tell you bought our days of glory.
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sturdy treads and bolted steel,
gave my form a 'greenhorn' feel.
back when my men and arms were new
and we'd just earned a kill or two.
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muddy treads and tarnished steel,
gave my form a tested feel.
through the night they gave no answers,
save the frightful roars of tigers and panthers.
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beat up treads and buckled steel,
gave my form a desperate feel.
with hearts held high we took our shot,
and watch it dent that german pot.
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silent treads and quiet steel,
give my form a baited feel.
then in the silence they gave their accord,
fire, smoke and a deafening chord.
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broken treads and rusty steel,
give my form a worn out feel.
I guess i lied and for that i'm sorry,
but in my tale there was no glory.