Your mother, she wanted peace
But your brother, he wanted war,
So they put a gun in his hand
Told him what he was fighting for.
Truth be told he didn't care,
All he wanted was the fight;
Give it to those damn infidels;
He’d show them who was right.
"How dare they blow up our towns?
How dare they kill our kids?"
But after the canvas and the sand
We won't admit the wrongs we did.
Vengeance is a mighty word,
If you feel you've got it right,
But if you finally make it home, boy,
Will you sleep at night?
You carry your Wrath with you
Always clean, oiled and fully loaded,
And the bombs they build out of revenge
Come ready to be exploded.
Your mother, she wants him home
But the truth is, he's long gone
And you'll line up for your own cause
To right your family's wrong.
Another to bear the battle flag
To fight and die and make them proud
A medal of valour and a floral wreath
And, at dawn, a salute, to Taps sound.
You carry your Righteousness with you
Always fully loaded, clean and oiled.
The angels sing like ricochets
While you keep your fears tightly coiled.