R.I.P. Songtext
von Oxymoron

Don′t wanna be a soldier
Don't wanna fight no war in the border countries
Ain′t gonna feed no vultures
Ain't gonna slay the poor in the dollar sign's name
Don′t wanna be a soldier
Don′t wanna fight no war in the border countries
Ain't gonna feed no vultures
Ain′t gonna slay the poor in the dollar sign's name

They′re ready to strike with a highly trained force
Before they set stake, they're another resource
Securing their wealth, with innocent life
Well, what′s a few killings if the dollar is safe?

Don't wanna be a soldier
Don't wanna fight no war in the border countries
Ain′t gonna feed no vultures
Don′t wanna be a soldier


Bloodstained money
The brothers for this inhumanity
Bloodstained money
The profits bought the armament industry

You're catching me
The battle is won but it′s had a high price
So rest in peace now in a desert of graves
A truce without name but your badge is a coat
6-2-1-2 Double 5-0

Don't wanna be a soldier
Don′t wanna fight no war in the border countries
Ain't gonna feed no vultures
Ain′t gonna slay the poor in the dollar sign's name

Bloodstained money
The brothers for this inhumanity
Bloodstained money
The profits bought the arms race industry


You're catching me
They′re ready to strike, to incite a new war
To show off their arms on the faraway shore
Economy boosts and that′s all that counts
For all the greedy bosses who direct the White House
They're proud of the game they play on your back
But where is your bragging when you′re under attack?
A truce on a grave as a final reward
Left, right, left, right and up to the Lord

Bloodstained money
The brothers for this inhumanity
Bloodstained money
The profits bought the arms race industry
They do it for money
Bloodstained money

For some industry
They do it for money
Bloodstained money
For some industry
The profits bought the arms race industry
The brothers for this money