Chorus: Bombs are falling Factories are working There’s no finish line in this race Politicians are smiling Mothers are crying 'cause their sons are dying for peace
Bomb is falling from above And taking away a small slice of life War is going on First shot, last shot First corpse and last Who sees a distinction?
Chorus: Bombs are falling Factories are working There’s no finish line in this race Politicians are smiling Mothers are crying 'cause their sons are dying for peace
Soldiers of war Soldiers from hell Politicians are groaning about peace But in this time factories release a gun War brings the death