Lyrics

They take us at an early age And march us to their chosen graves They tell us that we are the best That we are different from the rest They teach us hate and war and pain And that we'll never ever be the same Live your father's lies Die your father's shame Pass them on to your son He will do the same We never get a chance to choose They say that if we doubt we lose Then it's too late to tell our sons When death's the prize it can't be won and Watch them shoot another one Watch them shoot another one Watch them shoot another one It's too late to tell our sons When death's the prize it can't be won and Watch them shoot another one Watch them shoot another one Watch them shoot another one Live your father's lies Die your father's shame Pass them on to your son He will do the same He will do the same He will do the same He will do the same He will do the same He will do the same