Matricide is frowned upon from Bombay to Brazil
They’ve other fish to fry and other folk to kill
From Bethlehem to Amritsar motherhood’s held dear
Don’t be worried mothers and put away your fear
We’ve locked up all our weapons, our mission one of peace
We only kill your bastard sons to make the killing cease
How can that be evil, how can that be wrong?
We strangle opposition and sing a happy song
Knowing that our might is right, we march towards the Somme
And sometimes in the dark of night we plant a deadly bomb
Just to keep our spirits high and watch it on TV
Shouting out to comrades “that was you and me!”.
Others try to thwart our plans by laying down their arms
And going back to jobs they had in factories and farms
Pretending that the war is won and everything’s alright
Giving up the struggle, jacking in the fight
Come on, give it one more push to see it to the end
The grave will welcome all of us, and Death will be our friend
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