As the guns go blazin'
And bombs keep fallin'
I wonder what life was
80 years ago
What time it was
Oh...they hated my black skin
But at least my masters
Fought for freedom,
Peace and love
(How charming)
They go about
In their armored beasts
And instruments of pain
Reigning destruction on
The human race
But now I wonder
What will we do?
This oh so wonderful
Sweet-lovin'
Generation of mine
We dare not think
Of the death of our fellow man
But we crowd ourselves
And beckon forth
To fan the flames
Of war, and death and destruction
The pigs in their ivory towers called
And still call upon generations
To sacrifice, to die
For the country we so love
But I wonder,
I truly wonder
When it really matters
Who will bear the cost
Of our death and misdeeds?
Oh, women shall cry
And men of iron shed a tear
Daughters too
For there goes our sons, our brothers
And lovers
To death they now knew
And I wonder what they'll do
When I join them very soon
What can I do?
I'm just a tool , yes a tool
A government mule
And yet I raise my banner
And I march on, I really do
AK in one hand, a machete in the other
On the beach, in the air, in the city
In the jungle, the snow and sands
At the highest peaks
And lowest valleys
In tundra and in heat
I say truly to my country,
"It's an honor to die for you."
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC
As the guns go blazin'
And bombs keep fallin'
I wonder what life was
80 years ago
What time it was
Oh...they hated my black skin
But at least my masters
Fought for freedom,
Peace and love
(How charming)
They go about
In their armored beasts
And instruments of pain
Reigning destruction on
The human race
But now I wonder
What will we do?
This oh so wonderful
Sweet-lovin'
Generation of mine
We dare not think
Of the death of our fellow man
But we crowd ourselves
And beckon forth
To fan the flames
Of war, and death and destruction
The pigs in their ivory towers called
And still call upon generations
To sacrifice, to die
For the country we so love
But I wonder,
I truly wonder
When it really matters
Who will bear the cost
Of our death and misdeeds?
Oh, women shall cry
And men of iron shed a tear
Daughters too
For there goes our sons, our brothers
And lovers
To death they now knew
And I wonder what they'll do
When I join them very soon
What can I do?
I'm just a tool , yes a tool
A government mule
And yet I raise my banner
And I march on, I really do
AK in one hand, a machete in the other
On the beach, in the air, in the city
In the jungle, the snow and sands
At the highest peaks
And lowest valleys
In tundra and in heat
I say truly to my country,
"It's an honor to die for you."