Soldiers Songtext / Lyric

Well there s nothing good

In morbid nationalism

I got a cynical attitude

About patriotism

But don t get me wrong

There s very large doses

Of mass psychosis

And after trying with all their might

There s still no end in sight



The trouble is

We re all too touchy

Fed enough crap

It s making us mushy

And for all we know

We ve got enough troubles

Of our own






So send the soldiers home

Put down the guns

Throw them down

Send the soldiers home

Put down the guns

Melt them down

Send the soldiers home



Because

We are water

From the same springs

We all breathe

And need the same things

We are all just the same



If we aim for the light

In the labour of humanity

Instead of riding

A wave of insanity

Maybe we can get it right



Collective voices

Could stop the fighting

we re only weak

But the weak will be mighty



Have we lost our souls

Do we always do

Just what we re told