There's guns going off in the east Murder for the sake of peace So sign right here on the dotted line Get your legs blown off by a hidden mine All for the sake of money
Sick sick sick And fuckin' tired I'm fuckin' tired I said I'm sick Sick sick sick sick sick of political wars
Bombs falling down like acid rain And you can taste the smell from the sewer drain Torture - blood and death on your television screen It's enough to make you scream
Sick sick sick And fuckin' tired I'm fuckin' tired I said I'm sick Sick sick sick sick sick of political wars
We march off to war but nobody knows What we're fighting and dying for We march off to war but nobody knows What the fuck we're fighting for
Left right - left right We march off to war What are we fighting for We march off to war
