Let's drag the moon from the sky Hold her down and silence her cries She knows us, has heard all our lies She knows we're to be despised
Dig a grave and put some people in Shoot them dead, then fill it in With our little banners and our little drums Nothing changes, but I'm told that it's fun
In the name of the people or in the name of God Let's throw someone to the mercy of the mob Let their blood be washed away by the rain When the sun comes up we can do it all again
Dig a grave, and put some people in Shoot them dead then fill it in With our little uniforms and our little guns Nothing will change, but I'm told that it's fun