They've parked this bomb just down the road
Where it's going nobody knows
The squaddies dressed in sickly green
Like to think their hands are clean
But they're as bad as all the rest
Do what they're told without protest
Would they ever, would they dare?
I think they would, don't think they care
When the bomb drops we won't know it
This whole damned place covered in shit
So until that day let's forget the bomb
For when it goes up we won't last long

© abracad 2003