They said one hundred years ago This would be the last we’d know The last time men would leave their farms Swear the oath and take up arms
Different day, different name The lies they say are still the same
And then they said in thirty-nine What was yours by rights is mine And so assembled heads of state To play the great old game of fate
Different day, different name The lies they say are still the same
They say your left hand cursed the right White is black and black is white They say it’s your brother you’ve to fight You know he’s wrong and we are right
Those who die, justify The people standing next in line
A world where billions are poor Still the billionaires want more And poor men fight the rich men’s war
И каждая подкинута монета Одна потерянная война Где матери и дети страдают каждый раз And every time the coin is tossed Every time the war is lost By the women and children who pay the cost
It wasn’t bombs in eighty-nine That broke the wall between the lines Just people tired, like you and I
Tell me really what’s the cause Of all your nasty little wars? Tell me what we’re fighting for
When all we’ve got to show is blood Children dying in the mud Flowers snipped off in the bud
They say it’s military aid This multi-million dollar trade This unholy masquerade
They say they’re fighting in God’s name They say the other side’s to blame But we all know it’s a liar’s game.