TUNE The Social Services - Up in Arms
We got to war to liberate
Seek only to emancipate
But in reality it's just kill
And take take take.
The planes that land so secretly
Then go off on a torture spree
If this is what you call democracy
You might put your gun to my head,
Beat me till my blood runs red
But i'm not joining your army.
There must be some other way
Life's too high a price to pay
For not finding an answer.
A boy of only eight years old
Was given a gun and some drugs and told
Kill your family or we'll kill you.
While little girls are brutalised
We close our apathetic eyes.
Then war breaks out
And we say it's no surprise.