Little Jimmy got a car, a girl, a house of their own 
While the clouds came for the sun and an order by the phone 
And they called him to the army, gave a weapon in his hand 
"Put the stones out of the fire for your American friend!" 

His mother in the TV room wanted to see some bloody heads 
But the Army censored the pictures of the 1000 civil deads 
Soon it was too boring for her, she grabbed the programme with a sigh 
Now she watches American soaps through the whole [bad word] #39; night 

His father's a well respected man, he's the boss of [bad word] 
Producing bombs 'n' tanks 'n' guns and send them straight to the enemy 
His government turns a blind eye, never asked any question 
Cause some love money more than these annoying sanctions 

Little [bad word] to ask what he's really fighting for 
While the world believes a murderer "It's a clean high tech war!" 
He did recognize his lie, but too late the enemy 
And he died by a weapon which was made in Germany 

And he died by a weapon which was made in Germany