In the Eastern world they ended up
Fighting a dirty, endless war
And all the boys they gave their best
Until they could fight no more
They all were young
And thought they were
Restoring order and the law
But in fact they were tools
Who served commerce
Nothing more
Fear of fighting
Feeling cold and very wet
Fear of fighting
It's been so long they touched a bed
Fear of fighting
Feeling strange inside their heads
No more fear, they're dead
Still no one cares about these boys
They're pawns in a game of chess
In the army you're a number
And you know numbers don't impress
To politicians life's a toy
Because they're safe behind their desks
They always keep a distance
And never really see the mess
Fear of fighting
Feeling cold and very wet
Fear of fighting
It's been so long they touched a bed
Fear of fighting
Feeling strange inside their heads
No more fear, they're dead