Going back to the home land
Cuts and bruises and bloody hands
Wives and children stand waiting
But the coffin is belated
The time has come for our leaders to speak
The poor are puppets and there easy to beat
March them out to the promised lands
Its all part of their master plan
War Britannia we're coming home tonight
Washed up on our shores in blood and glory
You feed them stories of honour and pride
Forget to mention that your gonna die
So if you don't get the picture
Sgt. majors gonna fist ya
Men in suits will decide your fate
Over sherry and a dinner plate
Go home to the wife and kids
As the generals get another war fix