We Loop in the Purple Twilight

We fly in the purple twilight
We fly in the silver dawn;
With smoke trails following after
To show where our comrades have gone
So stand by your glasses ready
Don't let a tear leave your eye;
Here's to the dead already
And hurrah for the next man who dies.
For we are the boys that they send to fly
Bosom buddies while boozin' are we
We are the boys that they send out to die
Bosom buddies while boozin' are we
The boys up at seventh they scream and they shout
The scream about things they know fuckall about
But we are the boys that they send out to die
Boozin' buddies while boozin' are we.