“Come, join the army” the posters cried out “We’ll teach you to shoot, to kill and to fight The pleasures are many, the dangers are few You’ll have a good pension when your service is through”
Every dead soldier is somebody’s father Somebody’s husband or somebody’s son Every dead soldier is gone and forgotten No matter who lost or who won
There are tombstones and graveyards in many far lands There are numbers and crosses stuck into the sand But the names and the numbers have faded and died Now the hunters and the hunted lie side by side
Every dead soldier is somebody’s father Somebody’s husband or somebody’s son Every dead soldier is gone and forgotten No matter who lost or who won
Why can’t we remember for the good of us all United we stand, but divided we fall
I’ll never understand how they Think they’re ever gonna find peace Using bullets and bombs on ’em Causin nothin but more pain, more tears and more worldwide mayhem
Till more soldiers are dead, till the message is spread That we’re all gonna pay, that there’s another way Tell me, are we ever, ever, ever gonna stop? Raise your hand, come on, sing with me
Every dead soldier is somebody’s father Somebody’s husband or somebody’s son Every dead soldier is gone and forgotten No matter who lost or who won
Every dead soldier is gone and forgotten No matter who lost or who wonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
