Eighteen years old, screaming in a ditch
Amputated legs in a war fought for the rich
But the bosses she'd no tears as you bled and cried
'Cos your butchery battle-proved the weapons they had sold to the other side

TIME TO STOP THE WAR
B.P. AIN'T WORTH DYING FOR

Orphaned children cry, screaming for their dad
But when [bad word] home he'll be in a body bag
Another loved one is left legless, condemned to a wheelchair
This is "precision bombing" with your great military hardware

You make a TV game of slaughter and terror air attacks
video distration from recession and poll tax
Forget and fight for you? We're the people that you're [bad word] No, you'll only see us fight to give your bailiffs a good doing