Gob

Look at this shit called war
Where the poor kill and die to make the rich even richer
Let the oilfields burn
If the profit wasn't there they'd abort the mission
They'll ship you off you should run in another direction
They need you for a low cost form of protection
I won't go anywhere for war
And so the beat goes on
While we drown in the blood of the unfortunate ones
I'll never march along
I refuse to move my feet to a murderous song
They'll send you off in a spotlight holding a weapon