Tell me where is glory when god and country is what you die for It looks grave, it looks grave, it looks grave And for graves, graves, graves, and graves Another day dies as this country gets closer to the end of it's rope It looks grave, it looks grave, it looks grave And for graves, graves, graves, and graves In Bosnia there's concentration camps And still children intimidate soldiers in the streets It looks grave, it looks grave, it looks grave And for graves, graves, graves, and graves...