Lyrics Funker Vogt

Funker Vogt

Friendly Fire

Within a few seconds their jets came over the hill

Strafing the soldiers raining fire on their people

An unintended sacrifice of their own lives

The soldiers at the front –killed by their own nation

They all died in friendly fire

And the flames are rising higher

They are here to hold the ground

To defend what they have found

A casualty list in the news will be a helpful tool

Creating fear and hatred supporters of a war

A necessary means to an end killing their own soldiers

Publicity for a new war – to get all the voters