Mercenary

Send away from a home made war

Plan to kill the country´s poor

Use the weapons all paid for

And create a martial law

It´s a waste of time and money

Lives as well and that´s not funny

All the lives of the innocent

Slaughtered by some foreign cunt

Supply the arms

To kill the men

But the innocent

Can´t take revenge

Signed, sealed, delivered overseas

Brought in like some strange disease

Paid for killing at their will

Brought up to learn to kill

Country says it´s all paid for

Now you too can kill our poor

Smash the rebels if you may

Can´t make do with the army

Religion don´t say who should die

But tell the warplanes in the sky

It´s greed by a mercenary aid

Don´t car what so long as he´s paid

Now you´ve had you home made war

The cost in lives I just deplore

You could have settled this dispute

But all you knew was how to shoot