They're shipped off in great packs
To fight "a pointless war"...
You ask me if I love you
And I turn my face away...
what did you feel,
throwing some food...
At attention,
There they stand...
We remember the attack on colors that don't run
That called for the rescuers of nine-one-one...
Come grab yourself a bollard boy
And I'll spin you a dit...
Brother killing brother,
Loved ones live no further...
Stolen from home and all it's beauty,
The African people had no choice...
Red is for each drop of blood
Of soldiers who have died...
Yes, I signed up for it,
Yes, I know That you are mad...
Spit shine the boots
they dress in green...
Memories etched in granite,
evoking thoughts...