The !@$(s meeting once again
Disputing territories, breach the lines
they've drawn

Deactivation of the sane
Call out the troops, the mothers kiss their sons


Never coming home

A lovely day to start a war

Sale of a twisted story in a sheep's disguise
Tax out the rich, enslave the poor
All sirens blowing as the rockets fly


Into the sky


When the sky comes down, run for
cover to the underground
When the sky comes down, run for cover,

running on, and on, and on

So long, it's time to say goodbye

Barely a man, now locked and loaded for the kill
Seats at the pub shall be denied
Taken by those who criticize them still


Old enough to die


When the sky conies down, run for
cover to the underground
When the sky comes down, run for cover,

running on, and on, and on

So long...


A lovely day to say goodbye
Dog tags and body bags, the fathers

fight their tears
The !@$(s' games that we have lost funding
the grief machine for coming years


When the sky comes down, run for
cover to the underground

When the sky comes down, run for cover,
running on, and on, and on


So long, it's time to start a war