I don't do the politics
I'm paid to take aim
Sometimes I suffer with the climate
Like a moth to a flame
I do your dirty work behind your back
A shock of daylight
Or a lighting attack
I do your dirty work right up in your face
A tour of duty in a waste of space
Honour bound to do your bidding
Soldiers only sing when they're killing
Once more into the sunset
Singing our songs and blowing our trumpets
Heads held high
Raise the battle cry
We stay loyal to the lie
Until the day we die
You piece it together
I blow it apart
Your'e the one that's clever
I'm just led by the heart
There are heroes buried here somewhere
Their last breath was this mountain air
Where couples come to picnic
And stretch without a care
Couples come to picnic
And stretch without a care