Water down the liquor,
the troops are on the road.
Full of expectations,
they think they're going home.

Water down the chatter,
the words that leave the tongue.
Remember, every war that's been,
has sacrificed the young.

Watered down emotions,
as we try to sink or swim.
It's funny how the same old tribes,
prosper, with the same old sins.

Let's water down the slaughter.
The need, the greed, the want of more.
Teach our sons and daughters,
war will always, lead to war.

Water down the liquor,
the troops are on the road.
They're full of expectations,
they think they're going home.