| So what the fuck is this, UK? |
| Gunnin' with this US of A |
| In Iraq and Iran and in Afghanistan? |
| |
| Does not a day go by |
| Without the Israeli Air Force |
| Fail to drop it' s bombs from the sky? |
| |
| How many mothers to cry? |
| How many sons have to die? |
| How many missions left to fly over Palestine? |
| 'Cause as a matter of facts, |
| It's a pact, it's an act. |
| These are illegal attacks, |
| So bring the soldiers back. |
| These are illegal attacks. |
| It's contracts for contacts. |
| I'm singing concrete facts, |
| So bring the soldiers back. |
| |
| So tell me just how come were the Taliban |
| Sat burning incense in Texas, |
| Roaming round in a Lexus, |
| Sittin' on six billion oil drums. |
| Down with the Dow Jones, up on the Nasdaq. |
| Pushed into the war zones. |
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| It's a commercial crusade |
| 'Cause all the oil men get paid, |
| And only so many soldiers come home. |
| It's a commando crusade, |
| A military charade, |
| And only so many soldiers come home. |
| |
| Soldiers, soldiers, come home. |
| Soldiers, come home. |
| |
| Through all the blood and sweat, |
| Nobody can forget |
| It ain't the size of the dog in the fight, |
| It's the size of the fight in the dog on the day or the night. |
| There's no time to reflect |
| On the threat, the situation, the bark nor the bite. |
| These are commercial crusades, |
| 'Cos all the oil men get paid. |
| These are commando crusades, |
| Commando tactical rape. |
| And from the streets of New York and Baghdad to Tehran and Tel Aviv, |
| Bring forth the prophets of the Lord |
| From dirty bastards fillin' pockets |
| With the profits of greed. |
| |
| These are commercial crusades, |
| Commando tactical raids, |
| Playin' military charades to get paid. |
| And who got the devils? |
| And who got the Lords? |
| Build yourself a mountain--drink up in the fountain. |
| Soldiers, come home. |
| Soldiers, come home. |
| Soldiers, come home. |
| Soldiers, come home. |
