our lads are sailing to a war

wondering if they'll ever come back

fighting and dying on a distant shore

wives crying for the husbands they lack



our ships are sailing to a war

one which came from a fucking mistake

but this war's different than before

we had a warning to avoid this war



the British people cheer their men

but when the bombs begin to fly

they'll scream and start to think again

and ask why their men have to die



war can kill and war can maim

but to some people war's a game

now your body aches with pain

but you're just another corpse without a name