Cannon fodder

How they have the balls
To do that
To men who took the bait
They went off to fight the wars
Knowing that their fate

Was sealed when pen to paper
Kitted them out for they
Went off to do the dirty work
In the jungles far away

Vietnam or Iraq both theatres of war
To call it a theatre
Entertainment!
Lets all ignore

Murdering the innocent
And treating our personnel
Like guinea pigs with vaccinations
Many straight from hell

Depleted uranium
a way of getting shot
Of all the surplus radiation
That America had got

Load it into tank shells
And of course when it is used
Anyone in the area is permanently
Abused

Their sperm is really buggered
If their wives conceive
Its monster clan thats coming
It is hard to believe

Agent Orange in Vietnam
Oh yea how that washed down
Everywhere the brave souls were
They really went to town

And if by chance they came back
With gulf war syndrome
Or whatever else
the government denied
And Left them facing ruin
And hopefully suicide

Begging on a city street
Spat on let us say
Becoming new age cannon fodder
Where the people pay

So the Rothchilds and the Banksters
And the arms dealers conspire
To make a fucking fortune
Whilst the veterans lives are dire

Begging for a pittance
The order of their day
And made to feel like paupers
With the placard they display

Actually the politicians they don’t have the balls
They are cowardly corrupt arses
Who sit in their comfy bunkers
Sending the working classes

Off to fight their battles
To kill civilians and
To create just more theatres of war
And then cream off the land

We all are cannon fodder
In the games that they call war
But these veterans of conflict
There now are more and more

And treated just like vermin
Guinea pigs as well
Destroyed by the ruling class
With their strategy from Hell