A hundred men dead for a pocket full of dirt
A hundred men dead for a hundred yards of hurt
Sitting in that tower shouting march boys march
And a hundred men living on a suicide watch
A hundred men dead in a trench of bloody gore
A hundred more dead to settle someone else's score
Sitting in their desks shouting right left right
And a hundred men living on their very last night
The oracle writhes in ecstasy
Listen well to her prophecy
Rebuke the beast among the reeds
Ye wise men in days of ease
Until they come for you and yours
Then hammer your plow shares into swords
Giving guns to the children arm them to the bone
Giving guns to the children to protect their mama's home
Cause daddy's on the front shouting run boys run
Giving guns to the children let the kids have their guns
Lighting up the fire scorch the earth and burn it black
Lighting up the fire so they can't take it back
They're revving up the engine shouting higher boys higher
The dead don't feel cremation fire
The oracle writhes in ecstasy
Listen well to her prophecy
Rebuke the beast among the reeds
Ye wise men in days of ease
Until they come for you and yours
Then hammer your plow shares into swords
Give glory to your God but make sure you chose well
You pick the wrong one mine's gonna send you straight to hell
Lining up the men against the wall with the women and the children
Line them all up against the wall the graveyard we'll be filling
With a hundred men dead
With a hundred men dead
With a hundred men dead