Let's drag the moon down from the sky

Hold her down and silence her cries

She knows us, has heard all our lies

She knows we're to be despised

Dig a grave and put some people in

Shoot them dead, then fill it in

With our little banners and our little drums

Nothing changes, but I'm told that it's fun

In the name of the people or in the name of God

Let's throw someone to the mercy of the mob

Let their blood be washed away by the rain

When the sun comes up we can do it all again

Dig a grave, and put some people in

Shoot them dead then fill it in

With our little uniforms and our little guns

Nothing will change, but I'm told that it's fun