So what the *** is this UK I'm going in with this US of A Iraq and Iraq 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 Cos that's a matter of facts It's a pact, it's an act These are illegal attacks So bring the soldiers back These are illegal attacks It's contracts for contacts I'm saying concrete facts So bring the soldiers back What mean you that you beat my people What mean you that you beat my people And grind the faces of the poor So tell me just how come We're the Taliban Sat burning incense in Texas Roaming round in a Lexus Sitting on six billion oil drums Down with the Donald Jones Up on the Nasdaq Pushed into the war zones It's a commercial crusade Cos only our men get paid And only so many soldiers come home It's a commando crusade A military charade And only so many soldiers come home What mean you that you beat my people What mean you that you beat my people And grind the faces of the poor Soldiers, soldiers, come home Soldiers, come home To all the blood and sweat Nobody can forget It ain't the size of the dog in the fight It's the size of the fight in the dark On the day or the night There's no time to reflect On the threat, the situation The bargain or the fight These are commercial crusades Cos only our men get paid These are commando crusades Commando tactic parade From the streets of New York and Baghdad To Tehran and Tel Aviv Bring forth the profits of the law From day blasted stealing pockets With the profits of greed These are commercial crusades Commando tactical raids We're a military charade to get paid And who got the devils And who got the laws The babies on the mountain Drink up in the fountain Soldiers, come home Soldiers, soldiers, come home Soldiers, soldiers, come home What we need are to be good people What we need are to be good people And grind the faces of the poor What we need are to be good people What we need are to be good people And grind the faces of the poor