Send away from a home made war
Plan to kill the country´s poor
Use the weapons all paid for
And create a martial law

It´s a waste of time and money
Lives as well and that´s not funny
All the lives of the innocent
Slaughtered by some foreign cunt

Supply the arms
To kill the men
But the innocent
Can´t take revenge

Signed, sealed, delivered overseas
Brought in like some strange disease
Paid for killing at their will
Brought up to learn to kill

Country says it´s all paid for
Now you too can kill our poor
Smash the rebels if you may
Can´t make do with the army

Religion don´t say who should die
But tell the warplanes in the sky
It´s greed by a mercenary aid
Don´t car what so long as he´s paid

Now you´ve had you home made war
The cost in lives I just deplore
You could have settled this dispute
But all you knew was how to shoot