(B. Dickinson/ Roy Z)
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...
CHORUS:
Oh, one of the damned
Oh, part of the plan
Cry oh oh oh the gods of war
They howl and cry for more
Cry oh oh oh the gods of war
They howl 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
REPEAT CHORUS
SOLO
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