The medals cast-away in shame,
no honor now in murder's game
The crippled soldiers state their names;
it's glory soaked in bloody-staiins
The Generals say "we'll win the war"
to sacrifice ten-thousand more ....
trained to kill by gun and knife;
to kill for peace and die for life
No no, the crippled soldier cries;
drowned are his words in filthy lies
[CHORUS 1]
And the Battle Hymn rings loud-and-clear
for mothers, sisters, wives to hear
Emmanuel make the flames grow higher,
and ask can you afford the fre?
People now begin to see
the war's not all it's said to be,
while veteran-sodiers stand-in-line
to beg forgiveness for their crimes;
no no the crippled soldier said;
the sole remarks for others dead
[CHORUS 2]
And the Battle Hymn goes on-and-on,
and marks the bones of those who've gone;
defiles the graves of soldiers slain,
whose lives were thrown-away in vain