So what the FUCK

So what the FUCK is this UK, gunnin' with this US of A in Iraq and Iran and in Afganistan. Does not a day go by when not the Israeli Air Force fail to drops it's bombs from the sky? How many mothers to cry? How many sons have to die? How many missions left to fly over Palistine?

'Cause as a matter of facts it's a pact, it's an act, these are illegal attacks so bring the soldies back. These are illegal attacks, it's contracts for contacts, I'm singing concrete facts so bring the soldiers back.

What mean ya that you beat my people, what mean ya that you beat my people and grind the faces of the poor.

So tell me just how come were the Taliban sat burning incense in Texas roaming round in a Lexus sittin' on six billion oils drums, down with the Dow Jones, up on the Nasdaq pushed into the war zones

It's a commercial crusade, 'cause all the oil men get paid but only so many soldiers come home. It's a commando crusade a military charade and only so many soldiers come home.

What mean ya that you beat my people what mean ya that you beat my people and grind the faces of the poor.

Through all the blood and sweat nobody can forget it ain't the size of the dog in the fight it's the size of the fight in the dog on the day or the night, there's no time to reflect on the threat, the situation, the bark nor the bite.

These are commercial crusades 'cause all the oli men get paid these are commando crusades commando tactical rape and from the streets of New York and Baghdad to Tahran and Tel Aviv bring forth the prophets of the Lord from dirty bastards fillin' pockets with the profits of greed. These are commercial crusades. Commando tactical raids. Playin' military charades to get paid.

And who got the devils? And who got the Lords? Build yourself a mountain drink up in the fountain. Soldiers come home.