R.I.P.

Don't wanna be a soldier - Rest in peace
Don't wanna fight no war in no border countries
I ain't gonna feed no vultures - Rest in peace
I ain't gonna slay the poor in the dollar sign's name

They're ready to strike with their highly trained force
If oil is at stake or another ressource
Securing their wealth with innocent life
So what's a few killings if the dollar is safe

Bloodstained money
Who bothers about this inhumanity
Bloodstained money
Who profits but the arms race-industry
They can't cheat me

The battle is won but it's had a high price
So rest in peace now in a desert of graves
A cross without name but your badge with a code
6212-550

They're ready to strike or incite a new war
To show off their arms on a far-away shore
Economy boosts, and that's all that counts
For all the greedy bosses who direct the Whitehouse
You're proud of a game they play on your back
But where is your bragging when you're under attack
A cross on a grave is the final reward
Left, right, left right - off to the Lord!

You died just for money
Money for some industry