In a restaurant
Drinkin´ beaujolais wine
You´re with your favourite girl
And you´re passin´the time
Well you look through the papers
Holocaust in the roxy
Five hours later
You´re lovin´your lady

I can see
Burnin´bones of war
I can see
Ashes on the floor

There stands a soldier
In a barbed-wire land
The fear of death in his eyes
And a bottle in his hand
But now the wine he´s drinkin´
It´s got the taste of blood
No more plastic war movies
To show him what it´s like