Inspection Chaos Called up to the drill A pawn At mercy of the sergeant's thrill
Blood my own on my shirt "dirty on parade" is the Sergeant's blurt
The world, is washing out its stains "We don't care about your pain"
The value of life was then obscured Because under this nation Blood is Dirt
Get your gun Hand grenade Battlefront Sent to die Useless cattle A genocide
War, erupts Disaster unfolds 'Fight for your country' is what we're told
Diplomacy, shattered Crisis, attack The sun, the heavens are shrouded in black
Offensive manouvres Land, air and sea Mobilisation of the masses is free
Thousands die Coming up the flank Suits and ties laugh their asses to the bank
Get your gun Hand grenade Battlefront Sent to die Useless cattle A genocide
Blood is dirt You're a pawn You're a digit Written small Confrontation First to go Exploitation Expendable
Down at the warfront It's not like TV Gore and misery Is all that you see Death surrounds you Terror from above glory and honour Is why you have come?
Blood is dirt You're a pawn You're a digit Written small Confrontation First to go Exploitation ExpendableTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
