(Tune: Loch Lomond)
You beat up our gang and we beat up your gang and
You take revenge in the morning
Then we take our turn and there’s always a return
To the killing that comes when we’re warring.
O we’re told what to think and before we even blink,
We’re pumped and we’re hot to be in it
For glory and gore just another ugly war
With no reason why to begin it.
O it’s not for the good and it’s not for the right and
It’s not for our god, queen or honour
It’s just so the arms dealers make a lot more dough
So they hope wars go on forever