Fools No More

Fools No More

Gloom in the trenches, fire in the sky. You wait for the signal, the order to die. You’re scrambling forward, with fear in your eyes, charging the enemy and you still wonder why. Obey all your orders, and you do what they say, but you may be a pawn in a political game. And your leaders may not be all that they seem and your bravery’s mocked by a crooked regime.

We’ll be the fools no more. Now that we’ve found out the score.

Millions of men have died in these plans, but it’s not always been for the good of their land. Some died for profit and political greed, but it’s always the soldiers not the leaders who bleed. With a few brave exceptions most leaders are scum who lie to the people whilst they beat on their drums and they plead to the people to heed national pride, but the leaders they don’t have none, we’ve been taken for a ride.

We’ll be the fools no more. Now that we’ve found out the score.

It’s always been those with the flags in their hands who have fought and have died out in no-man’s land. While the leaders stay home with their massive cigars and stay permanently drunk in their luxury cars. They take all the credit, and they take all the fame whilst millions have died in their personal games. And if you dare to object and ask them to cease, you’ll get a visit from their political police.

We’ll be the fools no more. Now that we’ve found out the score. We’ll be the fools no more. Now that we’ve found out the score