Spectre of warfare hangs over our lives Strangers decide just who lives or dies Mercy no feeling They're so cold and blind Evil leaders with greed on their mind
Born for war born for war Time slipping even faster Into the hands, of the master His sign is a mushroom cloud He's the Lord of all disaster
Fighting and dying their pawn in the game generals and kings think we're all the same Thousands of young men lie dead in the mire out of the classroom into the fire
Born for war born for war Time slipping even faster Into the hands, of the master His sign is a mushroom cloud He's the Lord of all disaster
Since the turning of the century Its been the same for guys like you and me Fight and die and its the only way Born for War and there's no escape
Generation die without a trace Could be wars the devils human face Politicians spout a phoney cause Don't ask me to fight your fucking wars
DEATH THE SAME FOR SINNER OF PRIEST VICTIMS OF THIS FRAGILE PEACE