I always thought a war was for the courageous heroes to fight,
To take up arms for country, to fight on the side of God and Right,
To win the bloody battle to proclaim victory is at hand,
To never surrender this soil so sacred is this land.
But I always knew a war was fought by reluctant heroes of chance,
Sent by fearless men of words using pen instead of lance,
Told by these men of power, ignorant to the pain,
That we must beat the bastards now and kill ‘till all are slain,
That we must hate our fellow man for his race, colour and creed,
Because hate is what we want and hate is what we need,
And so with God upon our side, death we shall not dread,
Until we have built Jerusalem from the corpses of their dead.
Copyright Craig Mitchell 1994
11.11.11
Between Nations Iron Maiden and Motörhead go Anti-War
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