Your Country

So you wanna join the army

And you wanna be a man

You wanna go to Ireland

And get killed by a bomb

Does you family want to

See you as a corpse

Because you´re wrapped around

In your empty thoughts

Fighting for the army

Marching for the army

Just another part of

Your death in the army

Rules and regulations

Imprinted in your brain

You brother´s been killed

Oh! What a shame

Left, right, Left, right

That´s right son

Marching all together

It´ll be a lot of fun

You´re in the army now so

Get that gun clean

Switch off your brain

You´re now a machine

Slaughtered like cattle

You hear it on the news

Quite country lane

Victim of their views