I don´t wanna fight anyway
I don´t wanna take the things you own
I don´t wanna put myself at risk
So someone else can take their throne

I would put them all in a room
Give em all the guns and clips they need
I would put a seed in their minds
That foreigners are based on greed

Soldier machismo and his morals
Who am I to know what they´ve saved me from
And what is there to say that if they all lay down
My home would be gone

I wanna put glue down your gun
Imagine pointing that thing at your son
When he dies you´ll tell us we´ve won
And there´ll be no invasion

Broken shells and twisted metal
Flaming egos, wilting petals
Look outside your eyes are sore
Now tell me who won the war