I Bury the Living

A wretched outcast with no point of view
What could I do, just military servants
I carry out the powerful vulgarian view
I scatter gloom, do as I say or I'll scatter you

Oh, no, no, no, no, no
You can't blame me
I'm just an innocent soldier
There would be no war if not for me
I'm just a sweet little soldier
No, no, no, no, no
You can't blame me
I'm just an innocent soldier
Give me an order, I'll blow up a border
Give me an order and I'll blow up your daughter

Call me brave, call me a peacemaking hero
Call me anything, except what I am
From a class without, I haven't a clue
What the war is about
I haven't got a clue, have you?

Oh, no, no, no
You can't blame me
I'm just an innocent soldier
There would be no war if not for me
I'm just a sweet little soldier
No, no, no, no, no
You can't blame me

After all, I'm just honor mad cannon fodder
Honor mad cannon fodder
I'm honor mad cannon fodder
I'm honor mad cannon fodder
I'm honor mad cannon fodder
I'm honor mad cannon fodder
I'm honor mad cannon fodder
Honor mad cannon fodder
Honor mad cannon fodder

Duty done by the moment at hand
I am answerable only to Jesus
And with the grace of God I will die in my own bed
If you wonder what's in my head
It's just the hatred for all human life
When I lose mine, my mother will say
He died doing the job he loved
But I died with a bullet to the foreheard
That wasn't the job I loved
That wasn't the job I loved
That wasn't the job I loved

Funny how the war goes on
Without our John
Without our John
It's funny how the war goes on
Without our John
Without our John

Funny how the war goes on
Without our John
Without our John
It's funny how the war goes on
Without John
Without our John