The tank platoon is moving slow
We hear the rolling thunder grow
Over our heads a heavy cloud of planes
The aircraft-carrier in the bay
Is sending arrows in the sky
And so we're shooting, we're shooting pictures of war
We're executing in the name of a star
That will be shining alone in the sky
And so we're fighting only to die
We sleep in trenches bound to die
Rocked by a cannon lullaby
The actors of the final power play
And so we're shooting, we're shooting pictures of war
We're executing in the name of a star
That will be shining alone in the sky
And so we're fighting only to die