It\'s war, and it’s calling you, brothers in arms,
away from your families, your friendships, your farms.
Take up your cold weapons, kiss sweethearts goodbye.
For love and for loved ones, be daring to die!
It’s war, ask your fathers, your grandfathers too,
‘bout western front trenches, cold war, Waterloo!
It\'s hell and it’s evil, but men have to fight
No time for discussions of wrong or of right.
It\'s war, and you’re watching and waiting to see
some sense and some meaning, some sweet symmetry!
But there is no reason – all logic resists
you keeping your name off the casualty lists.
It\'s war, and you’re burning the bridges you’ve crossed.
You\'re not in a movie ‘bout innocence lost.
You\'re bleeding from wounds that you really don’t need,
but you’re bound to brothers - a band bred to bleed!