It's only a war, another war,
They come around, we've seen them before,
Bright young bodies meet chattering steel,
How does it feel?
Stock sale goes up, the bodies fall down,
Map pin phrases deaden the sound,
Language is set to a dirty chore
With spangles and tears for a dirty war,
And ev'rything else goes on as before.
It's easy to cheer and tough to resist
And the lonely objector deserves the fist,
Cause he makes you think of the casualty list.
Who wants to think! It's time for a drink.