They're shipped off in great packs
To fight "a pointless war"...
I sit among the marble columns
And gaze down endless rows...
You ask me if I love you
And I turn my face away...
what did you feel,
throwing some food...
At attention,
There they stand...
We remember the attack on colors that don't run
That called for the rescuers of nine-one-one...
Brother killing brother,
Loved ones live no further...
Come grab yourself a bollard boy
And I'll spin you a dit...
Stolen from home and all it's beauty,
The African people had no choice...
Red is for each drop of blood
Of soldiers who have died...
Yes, I signed up for it,
Yes, I know That you are mad...
Spit shine the boots
they dress in green...