Oh my name it is nothin',
My age it means less.
The country I come from,
Is called the Midwest.
I was taught and brought up there,
The laws to abide.
And that land that I live in,
Has God on its side.

Oh the history books tell it,
They tell it so well.
The cavalries charged;
The Indians fell.
The cavalries charged;
The Indians died.
Oh the country was young,
With God on its side.

I've learned to hate others,
All through my whole life.
If another war starts,
It's them we must fight.
To hate them and fear them.
To run and to hide.
And accept it all bravely,
With God on my side.

Oh the first world war, boys;
It closed out its fate.
The reason for fighting,
I never got straight.
But I learned to accept it;
Accept it with pride.
For you don't count the dead,
When God's on your side.

When the second world war,
Came to an end.
We forgave the Germans,
And we were friends.
Though they murdered six million,
In the ovens they died.
The Germans now too,
Have God on their side.

But now we got weapons,
Of chemical dust.
If fire them we're forced to,
Then fire them we must.
One push of the button,
And a shot the world wide.
And you never ask questions,
When God's on your side.

In a many dark hour,
I've been thinkin' about this:
That Jesus Christ,
Was betrayed by a kiss.
But I can't think for you,
You'll have to decide.
Whether Judas Iscariot,
Had God on his side.

So now as I'm leavin',
I'm weary as hell.
The confusion I'm feelin',
Ain't no tongue can tell.
My words fill the air,
They fall to the floor.
That if God's on our side,
He'll stop the next war.