He blesses the boys as they stand in line
The smell of gun grease and the bayonets they shine
Sky-Pilot
The Eastern World- it is explodin'
Violence flarin', bullets loadin'
You're old enough to kill
But not for votin'
You don't believe in war
But what's that gun you're totin'
And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin'
But ya tell me over and over and over again my friend
That you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
Well come on alla you big strong men
Uncle George needs yor help again
Got himself in a terrible jam
A way down yonder with Saddam
Put down your books and pick up a gun
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun
Be the first one on your block
To have your boy come home in a box
"Set the controls for the heart of the Sun" - Pink Floyd
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