Johnny

Your arms and legs, are blown to bits
and your face is just the shits
You're never gonna walk again
Always feeling hate and sin
Fought the good fight for your land
and now you're dying by it's hand
You're living out your last cruel fate
Don't matter, it's too late
They make you blind ...
to lend a hand
They make you fight ...
for your land
They make you suffer ...
in cruel horror
They make you die ...
fortheir honor
Fightfor conquest
No way!
Die for freedom?
No way!
Kill for honor?
No way!
NO WAY!!!
Now you're crippled, insane and numb
Now what do you got of your freedom?
You tought so hard for the victory
but what you got, but hate and misery?
The only winners in every war
are the generals gaining ever more ...
You're the loser of every war
getting killed to even the score ...