(Verse)
Battleground screaming out for mothers.
Do your beliefs condone k**ing your brothers?
Certainty’s a deadly thing, cut your throat.
Another bomb goes off, yeah, here we go.
(Chorus)
Off to fight a rich man’s war, watch the poor die in the streets.
Well, have you heard? The market’s surged,
Hark the herald prophet sing!
Hark the herald prophet sing!
(Interlude)
It was a fine time, such a fine time.
(Verse)
And some way we will slay each other,
Be all you can be k**ing for your masters.
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Zombies feeding, preying on all the young.
You know your place, sit down and follow orders.
(Chorus)
Off to fight a rich man’s war, watch the poor die in the streets.
Well, have you heard? The market’s surged,
Hark the herald prophet sing!
Hark the herald prophet sing!
It was a fine time
It was a fine time
It was a fine time
It was a fine time
It was a fine time
It was a fine time
It was a fine time
It was a fine time
It was a fine time