We're fighting for what, for whom they don't tell
We're given a gun, and we're sent straight to hell
The blood, it runs thick, all through the streets
There's money and power, but we are all dead meat
Who threw the first stone, who shot them with holes
Ah, here comes the war
With its shiny white teeth
Bullets and guns
With the blood on its teeth
We're fighting someone
Someone like me
The news makes me cry
The bullets and guns
The bullets fly high
Killing our brother
While men in suits steal us
I don't want a march
For country and king
Or a pat on the back
Or a cheap gold ring
Who gave him the guns
Bullets and bombs
Sent back to watch
Where the war takes our young
Our man
How do you sleep?
Our man
How do you sleep?
We clap out our hand
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