All the leaves are falling
Where the hedgehog's hiding
And a bee buzzes by
Makes me feel like crying

Hear the song of warning
From the blackbird calling
The hills are alight
Feels like the first day of your life

There's a hawk in the distance
He ain't praying for forgiveness
It's his nature to kill
But mine isn't

But we all kill in ways
That he doesn't
As we pay our taxes
To the war machine
The war machine

Oh no...

Won't always be the war machine
Won't always be the war machine
Won't always be the war machine

Won't always be the war machine
Won't always be the war machine
Won't always be the war machine