Like my father before me I went off to war.
Unlike him, I knew not, what the fuck for.
There’s yellow hoards and reds under the bed.
They're coming for us, that’s what they said.

They’ll destroy the thing we hold most dear
Whatever it takes to increase our fear
They called it our duty and fed us a lie.
It was our youth the old men sent off to die.

Once again the war drums they say do beat
For there are new enemies we must now defeat
Like many times before they will feed us lie
And our youth the old men will send of to die

Like me before them they will go off to war
And like me they will not know what the fuck for.
The true reason for their going, it is nothing anew
It’s the death of many for the profits of few.