Sick & Tired -

There’s guns going off in the East

Murder «for the sake of peace»

So sign right here on the dotted line

Get your legs blown off by a hidden mine

All for the sake of money

SICK SICK SICK

And fuckin' tired

I’m fuckin' tired

I said I’m sick

Sick sick sick sick sick of political wars

Bombs falling down like acid rain

And you can taste the smell from the sewer drain

Torture — blood and death on your television screen

It’s enough to make you scream

CHORUS

We march off to war but nobody knows

What we’re fighting and dying for

We march off to war but nobody knows

What the fuck we’re fighting for

LEFT RIGHT — LEFT RIGHT

We march off to war

What are we fighting for

We march off to war

War!