So you wanna join the army And you wanna be a man You wanna go to ireland And get killed by a bomb Does you family want to See you as a corpse Because you´re wrapped around In your empty thoughts
Fighting for the army Marching for the army Just another part of Your death in the army
Rules and regulations Imprinted in your brain You brother´s been killed Oh! what a shame Left, right, left, right That´s right son Marching all together It´ll be a lot of fun
You´re in the army now so Get that gun clean Switch off your brain You´re now a machine Slaughtered like cattle
You hear it on the news Quite country lane Victim of their views
