so we're sending out the troops
and we're selling out our youth.
man killing man over some rich fucker's land
and they never told us the truth.

government oppression in some foreign land
it's got me digging with my guts, digging with my hands.
reason seems to fail, as I wonder why
for these rich fucking bastards we peasants must die.
for their greed for their glory we will suffer
and i'll never see my home, never see my mother.
children exploited, mutilated for a flag,
fighting for freedom that they've never had.

working class, ruling class,
it's the same lie.
for the protection of a tyranny
we must die.
but if our beloved leaders feel
it's the nation's need
the younger generation becomes
the fuel for this machine.

it's the same fucking lies, don't you believe them.
and they never gave you shit, they never gave you freedom.
they took your life the second you were born,
stuffed you into some restrictive social norm,
told you who to love, your sexuality,
more fucked up rules of who you're supposed to be.
now you're a man do what we say:
march to certain death or we'll take your life away.