The Pawns of War
Ween
Mothers crying, young men dying
In the killing fields
Machines of war light up the sky
The truth is not revealed
Shattered dreams of yesterday
Forgotten in the war
Unto battle march our sons
Returning nevermore
They suffer and bleed for money and greed
Unto death
Husbands and fathers and brothers and sons
Will not forget
Wounded soldier bleeding badly
A victim of the past
Send them home in body bags
How long must this last?
They suffer and bleed for money and greed
Unto death
Husbands and fathers and brothers and sons
Will not forget