from the morning till the night
go obedient to the fight

go!

well this lot fell right on you
and there's nothing you can do
these sad sad eyes bid you farewell
when you'll be home no one can tell

they can't tell if you'll ever come back from that hell

you get used to the command
carry out orders make no demands
the way to hatred is never fair
you let it pass by, you don't care

you don't care, you're losing yourself somewhere

you lost a close friend the other day
feel like a marionette in this foul play
disgust and guilty for all the waste
the times you've killed leaves a bitter taste

stand up now and raise your voice out loud

from the morning till the night
go obedient to the fight

no!



(c) Mark Vanhie, Gerd Keppens / 1981 Universal Songs