The Innocent Pay
The piss-ants are marching
The fireworks are sparking
The action is taking place
And their leader lost his face
The fire is dancing high
The glass shreaks,"goodbye"
The buckles are stomping on
And the bearer dies at dawn
The game is played under red skies
The opponent won't comply
The theology was proven wrong
And the dead broke out into song
The half-time show really sucked
The family values were phuct
NO ONE WILL WORRY, NO ONE WILL CRY
And only the childeren will ask,"why?"
The bombs bursting in air
The angels cried, "it was unfair"
The devil laughed at our despair
And god said he didn't care
The sweat bloodshed fell
The survivors, like rats, did dwell
The poison of war was gone
And the PISS-ANTS went marching on
Sarsipi