I'd like to break free from here
It's gotten clear
The reasons have smeared

I'd like to break free from here
The land of the lonely
The reasons are phony


So pray
For the soldiers of misfortune

The soldiers of distortion
Dig a grave


I'd like to wake up from this dream
Can't we learn from history?
Why's it such a mystery?


I'd like to wake up from this dream
A world where they don't scream

A world without misery

So pray

For the soldiers of misfortune
The soldiers of distortion
Hold a parade again


I'd like to wake up
In a dream

Where they don't scream
Without misery


Pray for the soldiers of misfortune
For the soldiers of distortion
Dig a grave


Pray for the soldiers of misfortune
For the soldiers of distortion

So hold a parade

Over there

Over there
They won't come back
When it's over

Over there
Over there
Over there

Over there

(come back)

(they won't come back)

NOTE:


The "Over There" part references the George M. Cohan song, Over There. Particulary the Chorus:


Over there, over there,
Send the word, send the word over there -
That the Yanks are coming,

The Yanks are coming,
The drums rum-tumming
Ev'rywhere.

So prepare, say a pray'r,
Send the word, send the word to beware.
We'll be over, we're coming over,

And we won't come back till it's over
Over there