Tell me where is glory when god and country is what you die for

It looks grave, it looks grave, it looks grave

And for graves, graves, graves, and graves

Another day dies as this country gets closer to the end of it's rope

It looks grave, it looks grave, it looks grave

And for graves, graves, graves, and graves

In Bosnia there's concentration camps 

And still children intimidate soldiers in the streets

It looks grave, it looks grave, it looks grave

And for graves, graves, graves, and graves...