What's so glorious about being dead

What's so glorious about a bullet in your head

What's so glorious about fighting a war

What's so glorious I don't know anymore

Lest we forget about their sacrifice

Lest we forget about how they gave their lives

Lest we forget about the horror and pain

Lest we forget about the political gain

We must remember our glorious dead

We must remember who made their beds

We must remember who sent them to war

We must remember when we tear down that wall

We have become a weak society

We are the target

The war's waged on you and me

We must become independent and strong

We must remember not to be strung along