The general came to class one day
to take the willing fools away
Free food and travel, work in the sun
you’ll even get a shiny gun
“Yes sir” they yelled ,tall and proud
and off they marched past cheering crowds
Day one they gathered in the square
to find no general standing there
but sergeant Waters stern and grim
they grew to hate the sight of him
” YOU USELESS BUNCH OF SMALL TOWN SLACKERS YOU’LL WORK AND DRILL UNTIL YOUR KNACKERED, YOU’LL LEARN TO FIGHT AND SHOOT TO KILL”
we’ll buy your deaths with dollar bills.
Fast forward to boot camp’s final day,
the wars awaiting for those that stayed.
Shipping out in the morning they’re worried moms
fussing and fawning , and very soon most will be mourning
To last man all killers trained
into battle, a new campaign
they shout and scream with growing horror
tough luck young men you took the dollar
They’re blown to shreds maimed and killed
for a metre of land their guts were spilled
the few survivors all gone mad
their brothers , whats left, sent home under flags.
The general stood there in the rain
a solemn salute to their remains
then folded the flags complete with blood stains
The general returned to school that day to recruit more
men again and again
The reapers waiter he had become
be damned to you and your shiny guns
here ends this tale of wasted youth
and worst of all it’s based on truth.