Paroles
Send your sons to fight your war
Knowing not what holds in store
Your country needs you more
To ensure we rule the world
Storm the shore
Defenses torn
Machine Gun
Coup d'état
Demonize the enemy
Abandon humanity
War is the child of man
Nurtured by tyrannical hands
Pawns we are for the establishment
Of a new world order
Now that the war is won
Where o' where is your son
Letter then came through the mail
And explained in great detail
From heavens fell
A mortar shell
In second's breadth
Instant death
Your unreal cries
Your unreal pain
That's the price
Freedom's bane
War is the child of man
Nurtured by tyrannical hands
Pawns we are for the establishment
Of a new world order