They will take all of the credit
If we ever win this war
But they don't share in the suffering
That rests on the shoulders of the poor

We elected them to lead us
Because we believed in their ideals
But the machine that we've subscribed to
Needs blood to grease the wheels

There's a conflict of interests here
No matter what they say
Our politicians made the purchase
It's not their children that will pay

They try so hard to justify it
They said there was no other way
This isn't a game to win or lose
Because young men die when rich men play