The country in which I live
Had offended another nation
And so here I die with millions
Through political complication
I've offended nobody still face in the mud
I die clad with fleshy pieces
The result of political war cry
Chorus:
Die, die in another's war
Why, why was there rich and poor?
Me, me 'six feet under'
You - further down in your bunker
Now that I look back
This annihilation didn't have to be
You learnt us your fucking patriotism
To support your pathetic greed
You also gave us hate
So we could fight amongst ourselves
And you slyly ran for shelter
as we were showered with shells
Chorus:
Die, die in another's war
Why, why was there rich and poor?
Me, me 'six feet under'
You - further down in your bunker
For the 'lesser'
A painful ending
For their 'betters'
Maybe another chapter
Did the other live?
Is it still raining?
Outside your bunker
Lies your answer.
