our young boy loves his girl, they made love on the floor while the clouds came for the sun and a letter through the door and they call him to the army gave a weapon in his hand put the stones out of the fire for your American friend his mother in the TV- room, she wanna see the bloody heads but the army censored the pictures of the 1000 civil-deads so it was to boring for her now she looks dallas, something else, through the whole f**in' night his father was a repected man and he works in a factory they produces d**h in pieces and the sent it to the enemy the government they close two eyes and they don't ask any questions cause they love money much more than the lost bringing sanctions and our young boy saw a hell, yes he never saw before while the world believes a murder: "it's a clean high- tech war" but much to late he saw this lie and much to late his enemy and he died by a weapon which was made in Germany and he died by a weapon which was made in Germany