Slogging Homeward... Roger Waters

[Narrator]
Slogging homeward every day.
But soon, soon, very soon, he will be home to stay.
The Soldier is tired, in need of a rest.
So he throws down his pack at the side of the lane.
And proceeds to do what a soldier does best:
He starts to complain.

[Soldier]
Bloody army! I’ve had it up to here.
I must have been mad to sign on for ten year.
Don’t get me started, I might never stop.
Any road, this here’s not a bad spot.

[Narrator]
He sits down at the side of the road, opens his pack and grumbles on.

[Soldier]
Always on the bloody go, broke more or less…
By heck, but my kit’s in a hell of mess!
Where’s my St. Joseph?

[Narrator]
He plumbs the depths of his pack
In search of a lucky medallion, he has
With the face of his namesake, St. Joseph,
Neatly engraved on the back.