So the bush Field rendezvous
Became the mutiny of the mind
The soldiers forced to sign to Fairfax
The refusal was their demise
The tragedy of the century
Was the march into Baghdad
The soldiers forced to fight
A fight we'd never have
It's the same old some kinda story
The plague on the babes of the poor
The bar room philosophy
And the English civil war
The Watchmen of the staffords
On coke and ecstasy
A broken SA-80 rifle
And get out jail free
Agent orange has never left the scene
The sexed mass destructive mice
The gulf of Tonkin just a dream
The Korean cruise for rats and rice
It's the same old some kinda story
The plague on the babes of the poor
The bar room philosophy
And the English civil war
It's the same old familiar story
The drugs on The house of lords
The war on the streets
And the English civil war
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem