R.I.P.

Don磘 wanna be a soldier — Rest in peace
Don磘 wanna fight no war in no border countries
I ain磘 gonna feed no vultures — Rest in peace
I ain磘 gonna slay the poor in the dollar sign磗 name
They磖e ready to strike with their highly trained force
If oil is at stake or another ressource
Securing their wealth with innocent life
So what磗 a few killings if the dollar is safe
Bloodstained money
Who bothers about this inhumanity
Bloodstained money
Who profits but the arms race-industry
… they can磘 cheat me
The battle is won but it磗 had a high price
So rest in peace now in a desert of graves
A cross without name but your badge with a code
They磖e ready to strike or incite a new war
To show off their arms on a far-away shore
Economy boosts, and that磗 all that counts
For all the greedy bosses who direct the Whitehouse
You磖e proud of a game they play on your back
But where is your bragging when you磖e under attack
A cross on a grave is the final reward
Left, right, left right — off to the Lord!
You died just for money…
Money for some industry