[ Featuring the Gang ]
There are men who will march you to your end
In an office with a flick of a pen
There's men in this world who will watch you die
As a human shield, when the bullets fly
War
A lust for more
Their iron horses plough the fields
R zeppelin's are above with bombs to yield
Flashes of sound, molten lead
The forest is burning and the river runs red
War
Until the end of time
In the streets and in the towns
Body's pile high
And litter the ground
It's not just in countries afar
There's nails and bombs in the boot of a car
For freedom, for love, for money and empire
Beat the drums and sing the choirs
War
Forever more"
