You stage a war that you have not won
The deaths are there in a larger sum
The price of gas it now has risen
To pay for those deaths that to war was given
The death are now six hundered men
They are crying now the wifes and next kin
Deaths are mounting every day
A higher price for oil in death we pay
Our side of the war the bodies pile
The other side we know not what to file
We know it is more of child and wife
The war to them a greater strife
Their cities gone they're now piled in heap
From town to town our bombers leap
The total count of deaths unknown
The Gods of hell their seeds have sown
We run once more on social wrong
The corruption of the world too strong
Pay is high when death is envolved
The problems of the world we can not be solved
The saying goes that talk is cheap
It is war we want where moneys heap
To sacrifice our country's pride
And bring them home in body bag
