Em    C  D
Em    C  D

[Verse]
Em
Can you hear the shuffle of boots?
                            C
Old men in polyester suits
                             D
Ties like regimental colours flying
Em
Who they are I do not know
                                C
I just watch them row upon row
                            D
Every single one of them is crying
            Em
And they're marching along the old dirt track
                                      C
Looking up ahead, never looking back
                                         D
Scared they'll catch the eye of some Medusa

[Chorus]
C
Here they are now one, two, three
Em
Four and five and more and many
   C               D
And six and seven, eight and nine
Em                                  C
Here they come in a long, long line
               D
Count a dozen, count a score
Em                         C   D
There might be a hundred more

[Instrumental]
Em    C  D
Em    C  D

[Verse]
Em
Can you hear the clatter of boots?
                                C
Kits and packs and khaki suits
                              D
And ragged regimental colours flying
Em
Swallowed whole by the cold steel rain
                                              C    D
Just a little fresh blood in the serpent's veins
           Em
And it's a sharp shrill whistle call to attack
                                                            C
And they're running up ahead, and they're never coming back
                                    D
Caught right in the eye of some Medusa

[Chorus]
C
Here they are now one, two, three
Em
Four and five and more and many
   C               D
And six and seven, eight and nine
Em                                  C
Here they come in a long, long line
               D
Count a dozen, count a score
Em                         C   D
There might be a hundred more

[Instrumental]
Em    C  D
Em    C  D
Em    C  D
Em    C  D

[Verse]
Em
Can you hear the concrete clicking
                                                       C
And the telephones bawling and the clocks all ticking
                                D
And the red ink spilling on the embers
Em
No one cares, no one remembers
C                                       D
Names like footsteps chiselled in stone
         Em            C             D             Em
Row upon row, row upon row, row upon row, row upon row

[Chorus]
C
Here they are now one, two, three
Em
Four and five and more and many
   C               D
And six and seven, eight and nine
Em                                  C
Here they come in a long, long line
               D
Count a dozen, count a score
Em                         C   D
There might be a hundred more

[Chorus]
C
Here they are now one, two, three
Em
Four and five and more and many
   C               D
And six and seven, eight and nine
Em                                  C
Here they come in a long, long line
               D
Count a dozen, count a score
Em                         C   D  Em
There might be a hundred more
            C   D  Em
A hundred more
            C   D  Em
A hundred more