It's a dead man's jacket
At the end of my bunk
It was a dead man's jacket
It's all mine
What does that make me?
Ten men stand tall, resplendent in their red
Till the end of their days
I'm an old fool's burden
He's all mine
Gallows humour is all I've got
Crippling sense of something missing
At least the alcohol is cheap
I might get to see the queen before I go
Anyone who visits me
I can stand tall in my jacket with pride
I can stand tall with pride
Gallows humour is all I've got
Crippling sense of something missing
Help me get to sleep at night
Wipe my mind of this helpless feeling
Wipe my mind of this helpless feeling

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