I Bury the Living

A wretched outcast with no point of view
What could I do?
Just military servants
I carry out the powerful vulgarian view
I scatter glue
Do as I say or I scatter you
Oh, no, no, no, no, no

You can't blame me
I'm just an innocent soldier
There would be no war if not for me
I'm just a sweet little soldier
No, no, no, no, no
You can't blame me
I'm just an innocent soldier

Give me an order, I'll blow up a border
Give me an order, I'll blow up your daughter

Call me brave, call me a peace-making hero
Call me anything except what I am
From a class without, I haven't a clue
What the war is about
I haven't got a clue, have you?
Oh no, no, no, no

You can't blame me
I'm just an innocent soldier
There would be no war if not for me
I'm just a sweet little soldier
No, no, no, no, no
You can't blame me
After all I'm just

Honour, mad, cannon fodder
Honour, mad, cannon fodder
And honour, mad, cannon fodder
And honour, mad, cannon fodder
And honour, mad, cannon fodder (honour, mad, cannon fodder)
And honour, mad, cannon fodder (honour, mad, cannon fodder)
And honour, mad, cannon fodder (honour, mad, cannon fodder)
Honour, mad, cannon fodder (honour, mad, cannon fodder)
Honour, mad, cannon fodder (honour, mad, cannon fodder)

Duty done by the moment at hand
I am answerable only to Jesus

And with the grace of God
I will die in my own bed
If you wonder what's in my head
It's just the hatred for all human life

When I lose mine, my mother will say:
"He died doing the job he loved"
But I died with a bullet to the forehead
That wasn't the job I loved
That wasn't the job I loved
That wasn't the job I loved

Funny how the war goes on
Without our John, without our John

It's funny how the war goes on
Without our John, without our John

Funny how the war goes on
Without our John, without our John

It's funny how the war goes on
Without John, without our John