Lyrics

Your children fall in with the pack  Where there is a place for them  And when their violence makes them men  There is a use for them  Pay your tribute  Subside aggression  Restless young men put to good use again  Restless young men put to good use again  Blood marks the age  Of death of glory  They find an occupation  To fit their ability  Pay your tribute  Subside aggression  Restless young men put to good use again  Restless young men put to good use again and again Taken by force  Always from bars to barracks  A man's life is his job  I hopes I'm fighting when it stops Restless young men put to good use again  Restless young men put to good use again