|Lead Vocals:||Mike McColgan|
|Bass, Vocals:||Ken Casey|
|Guitar, Vocals:||Rick Barton|
Here in the trenches the fist of the Beast
For fear of an atmosphere poisoned deceased
With a gas mask to keep me from breathing my death
It's American soil I hope for at best
But the duty I serve can't begin to compare
To my ancestors battles and wars through the years
Though the loneliness strikes like an enemy shell
I pray for my home but still sit here in hell.
Sail away to a place that's unknown
Taken away from my friends and my home
To a place they call sacred
A place I call hell
I long for that corner I once knew so well.
Go to the grind it's all that I have
Work on and on with nothing to show
But a graying face in this dying place
That's a lock in my solitude
I think of a place on a faraway coast
Where friends are so dear and there's reason to toast
A cloudy image of a Middle East land
Comes down and wrecks my hopeful thoughts.
The Dropkick Murphys song "I'm Shipping Up To Boston", off the album The Warrior's Code, is featured prominently, several times in the new ...