Send your sons to fight your war Knowing not what holds in store Your country needs you more To ensure we rule the world
Storm the shore Defenses torn Machine-gun coup d'état Demonize the enemy Abandon humanity
*War is the child of man Nurtured by tyrannical hands Pawns we are for the establishment Of a new world order
Now that the war is won Where o' where is your son? Letter then came through the mail And explained in great detail
From heavens fell A mortar shell In second's breadth- Instant Death Your unreal cries Your unreal pain That's the price - Freedom's baneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
