Today i saw a man send to the slaughter
Among men of his own kind
And none of the other
The other's to busy getting fat'n'paid
Competitive strife puts you on the raid
They own youre labour
They own youre life
They take you down
In their apocalyptic drive
Ever fought a war for your own good
You'll get the bukket, the other the loot
Back home you are under
And now on prime time
Suddenly, k**ing seems
No longer a crime
Why do people k** their own kind
Why do you put youre life on the line
What's in it for you, except for the lead
You shuld wish for peace
And the capitalist's d**h
The capitalist...dead