What is the reason for sending away our youngest sons?
What right does one man have to decide whether we live,
Or are surely doomed to die in front of enemy guns?
How much of ourselves to our country should we give?

All this division set in stone by our forefathers, hurts us still.
Whatever their intentions might have been, we live apart.
How did it come about that our neighbours are there to kill?
When not a sole survivor can explain how it came to start.

Don't get me wrong, I'd be there to help repel any invasion.
But don't you think it's wrong that we should plan our own?
Can't we ever drag ourselves up from that ancestral notion
To pick up a bone and cave in the skull of one of our own?

No need to blood our hands in our glorious new warfare.
Just pick out a co-ordinate, and call in for air support.
No need for you to watch, it doesn't matter who is there.
Just balance up the numbers when you flick through the report.

It's good for our economy to export our weapons to friends.
Fighter aircraft are part of our programme of overseas aid.
But an enemy's enemy will not always pursue peaceful ends.
Imagine our troops being fired on by the guns that we made.

Born into a country, taught who to hate, and how to be free.
No point in calling for an end, or in planning to take a stand.
No, it's in our nature, while we're human, it will always be.
That's mine and you can't have it, get the hell off my land.