So what the *** is this UK
Gunnin with this US of A
In Iraq and Iran and in Afghanistan Does not a day go by
Without the Israeli Air Force
Fail to drop its bombs from the sky? How many mothers to cry?
How many sons have to die?
How many missions left to fly over Palestine?
Cause as a matter of facts
Its a pact, its an act
These are illegal attacks
So bring the soldiers back
These are illegal attacks
Its contracts for contacts
Im singing concrete facts
So bring the soldiers back What mean ya that you beat my people
What mean ya that you beat my people
And grind the faces of the poor So tell me just how come were the Taliban
Sat burning incense in Texas
Roaming round in a Lexus
Sittin on six billion oil drums
Down with the Dow Jones, up on the Nasdaq
Pushed into the war zones Its a commercial crusade
Cause all the oil men get paid
And only so many soldiers come home
Its a commando crusade
A military charade
And only so many soldiers come home Soldiers, soldiers come home
Soldiers come home Through all the blood and sweat
Nobody can forget
It aint the size of the dog in the fight
Its the size of the fight in the dog on the day or the night
Theres no time to reflect
On the threat, the situation, the bark nor the bite
These are commercial crusades
Cos all the oil men get paid
These are commando crusades
Commando tactical rape
And from the streets of New York and Baghdad to Tehran and Tel Aviv
Bring forth the prophets of the Lord
From dirty bastards fillin pockets
With the profits of greed These are commercial crusades
Commando tactical raids
Playin military charades to get paid And who got the devils?
And who got the Lords?
Build yourself a mountain Drink up in the fountain
Soldiers come home
Soldiers come home
Soldiers come home
Soldiers come home What mean ya that you beat my people
What mean ya that you beat my people
And grind the faces of the poor