Well the problem is that you're keen on insistin' that
The trade of fear would not be a crime
But on lonely nights, without friends by your side

I'm pretty sure that this will change your mind
With the gun in your hand you will never understand
What we mean when we talk about life

As an instrument of a war-government you're asked to kill, but not to survive

So the people in the back won't you please show respect for peace?


So we are waiting, waiting, waiting
For you to stop ignoring

But with the death-industry we will never be free
And the NBC is killing you, is killing me


A $#&@ing target ain't what I want to be
not a crash-dummy for your war-robberies
until you got it, we won't be silenced, we won't hush

we will strike, we will crush, 'til you rue and you blush

With the gun in your hand you will never understand

What we mean when we talk about life
As an instrument of the war-government your asked to kill, but not to survive


They say life is a struggle and you have to do your $#&@ing part
But we fight with our love from the bottom of our hearts