It overwhelms all opposition
It needs to grow or else it dies
What else is war but competition,
A profit-building enterprise?
War isn't nice, you hope to shirk it
You hope you'll find someplace to hide.
But if you've courage You can work it
And set a tidy sum aside
The refugees? Oh sure, I've seen 'em
The thousands fleeing from the war
They've not a scrap of bread between 'em
I wonder what they're running for
Now spring has come and Winter's dead
The snow has gone so draw a breath
Let Christian souls crawl out of their beds
Pull on their socks and conquer death
Sometimes there's luck, and always worry
The war goes on, and perseveres
For war is never in a hurry
And it can last a thousand years
The day of wrath will come like thunder
But who has time to make amends?
You march in line but never wonder
How it began and where it ends
Now spring has come and Winter's dead
The snow has gone so draw a breath
Let Christian souls crawl out of their beds
Pull on their socks and conquer death
The world will end and time will cease
And while we live we buy and sell
And in our graves we shall find peace
Unless the war goes on in Hell
It needs to grow or else it dies
What else is war but competition,
A profit-building enterprise?
War isn't nice, you hope to shirk it
You hope you'll find someplace to hide.
But if you've courage You can work it
And set a tidy sum aside
The refugees? Oh sure, I've seen 'em
The thousands fleeing from the war
They've not a scrap of bread between 'em
I wonder what they're running for
Now spring has come and Winter's dead
The snow has gone so draw a breath
Let Christian souls crawl out of their beds
Pull on their socks and conquer death
Sometimes there's luck, and always worry
The war goes on, and perseveres
For war is never in a hurry
And it can last a thousand years
The day of wrath will come like thunder
But who has time to make amends?
You march in line but never wonder
How it began and where it ends
Now spring has come and Winter's dead
The snow has gone so draw a breath
Let Christian souls crawl out of their beds
Pull on their socks and conquer death
The world will end and time will cease
And while we live we buy and sell
And in our graves we shall find peace
Unless the war goes on in Hell