Eighteen years old, screaming in a ditch

Amputated legs in a war fought for the rich

But the bosses shed no tears as you bled and cried

'Cos your butchery battle-proved the weapons they had sold to the other side



TIME TO STOP THE WAR

B.P. AIN'T WORTH DYING FOR



Orphaned children cry, screaming for their dad

But when he comes home he'll be in a body bag

Another loved one is left legless, condemned to a wheelchair

This is "precision bombing" with your great military hardware



You make a TV game of slaughter and terror air attacks

A video distration from recession and poll tax

Forget and fight for you? We're the people that you're screwing

No, you'll only see us fight to give your bailiffs a good doing