See the soldier with his Guns
Boldly marching off to war
Fighting for the rich and greedy
So that they can earn some more
Death and glory, honour, courage
This of you they do espy
Sitting in their golden castles
Smiling smugly as you die
Band of brothers, comrades, duty
are the bonds they place upon
young men dying in futility
for wars that never can be won
Hear the names that earn the dollars
playing on the fields of strife
They bear the names of politicians
who's actions served to start the fight
Meanwhile turn the cogs of war
Costing ever more and more
for missiles, guns and ammunition
to feed these acts of gross Attrition
And if comes peace as they may call it
even though death still abounds
We'll engineer another Conflict
to raze a country to the ground
Feed the greed and fight the war
Do not question rich man's law
Take your gun and go to fight
for your God and what is right
The Rich they sit and fill their coffers
looking out for other offers
To scratch the itch of being rich
That never will subside
And so the wars continue on
The TV shows another one
where rich man's cannon fodder face
Death, in a foreign, faraway place
And so rules the mighty dollar
Wall street sends a rousing holler
to war as a means towards an end
and the rich man's dearest friend