Letras
Look alive, pick a side
Draw a line in the sand
You're just the band
Treat us like we're extras in an epic
Treat us like we're mud on their boots
Leave us on the stretchers when the credits roll
Retreating safely to institutes
Where dinner party military forces
Toast themselves with the blood of us all
Smashing regimes between courses
Chanting "education, education and war"
We're gonna need a lot more cannons
We're gonna need a lot more cannons
If you wanna be home by Christmas
If we're gonna be home by Christmas
I know there is another way
If you wanna see their face again
I know they feel the same way
Over there
Making all the difficult decisions
Politicians and children first
Followed by their personal physicians, who say
"You will be happy if you expect the worst"
Armed with paper straws and a Bible
Lamps are going out across apartment stores
You will be issued with a rifle and a rival, chaps
For education, education and war
We're gonna need a lot more cannons
We're gonna need a lot more cannons
If you wanna be home by Christmas
If we're gonna be home by Christmas
I know there is another way
If you wanna see their face again
I know they feel the same way
Over there
I know there is another way
If you wanna see their face again
I know they feel the same way
Over there
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Show us the way to go
Hell or heaven help us
Show us the way to go
Save our souls
Show us the way back home
Save our souls
Show us the way to go
Oh oh oh oh oh
Quick time, get in line
Get behind the man in front
You're the grunts
Oh oh oh oh oh
Get in line, pick a side