So they say that your neighbor Is you new worst enemy So they say that it’s time to claim What is rightfully yours The gun is in your hands Say goodbye to your old mother It’s kill or be killed So you end up dead one way or another
You’re gonna die in this ditch Fighting the war without fame Another wound Another stitch You’re in a grave Without a name
There’s no time to think You just pack your things and cry You stay up all night Praying that your sins would ever be forgiven
Shovel’s in your hands Bury your little brother It’s kill or be killed So he ends up dead one way or another
A rotten carcass of What once was a man You lived as you could now you die in a can Bullet in your head Say goodbye to your old mother It’s kill or be killed Now you’re dead One way or the other
No matter what you’ll end up dead Fighting the war without fame Forfeit the hope you never had You’re in a grave Without a name