Every war I\'m on the move
But traveling is taking a toll,
Never been to this part of the world
Through the jungles I will stroll.
There\'s enough blood here, that\'s for sure
And much more every day,
Wars let me hide in the open
And that’s the game to play.
They say I am a monster
And that may be true,
But I only kill to survive –
Can the same be said of you?
I almost feel sorry
For the youth in uniform,
Marching to their deaths
While politicians are safe at home.
But don’t blame me,
I never ever vote –
That makes my hands rather clean
When they slaughter the final scapegoat.
But you have to move with the herd
This much I know is true,
The only truth of every war
Is that blood is always due.