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