Their killing for ideals, to build your perfect world,
Their marching toward their death, with the flag unfurled
Support the
national pride, to reach their ignorant goals
Their fighting to survive, the fight for all control
Step into seclusion, hide
beneathe the brush,
It's the code of honor, nothing to discuss
Your fates in the hands of those who pull your strings
Are they
drunk with power, or lonely human beings
Mesmerize the chosen, critisize desertion,
Publicize the moment, just coersion
Soldiers
fill the streets, they're marching off to war,
In the Bosnian freeze, a massage to explore
[Chorus]
Old men make mistakes and
soon the young men pay
Sacrifice the day with their lives Return to Vietnam, the parallel is the same
The object is to win or lose
this deadly game
