When I was younger I thought
  That to kill or be killed
  Was a thing to be proud of
  Victim of change
  Prisoner of hope,
  hanged by the neck
  On the end of a rope
  I don't know... I don't care...
  
  Oh, one of the damned
  Oh, part of then plan
  Cry oh oh oh the gods of war
  They mowl and cry for more
  Cry oh oh oh the gods of war
  They mowl and cry for more
  
  Now taking both sides at a time
  On the front line
  You can join in the fear
  Share in the bloodshed
  Investing your money in guns
  The infinite fun
  Of the warlord you saved
  From the rusty grave
  
  Oh, one of the damned
  Oh, part of plan