The thing around the world, the thing that we call war
The thing where we fight, but really what for?
People get hurt, people do die
They think it’s for the better, well that’s a lie
We see it in the paper, we see in on the news
No matter what country, we always lose
But what can we do, sitting here at home?
We have got no reason to wander, no reason to roam
The soldiers that go to battle, their family and their friends
What would they be thinking? Well that all depends
The marines lay there dying, panting with regret
Something that even in death, they cannot...