As the world spins around, as the bullets cross the chest
As the soul begins to rise, as the voice of pain weakens out
With the strength of your command, the front line begins to move
Pull the trigger, light a cigar
Aim the target, disperse the ergot
Save the babies, kill the elders
Fly back and die as your army moves on
They will find a way to kill you
Even if you endure all this torture
Earth will find a way to linger and linger
Even if you provoke all this torture
Heaven send us peace, we beg you
Then our fingers squeeze all the bombs
Front line moves on ahead towards death
And our hands hold us down to the ground