Warmongers, kill yourselves

Demonstrate the power of the product

That you're trying to sell

Gun wavers, shoot yourselves

Make a big hole in your head with a shiny shell

What's wrong with that kind of vision?

What's wrong with that kind of world?

If I suffered less from indecision

I'd stand on that platform myself

Chickenhawks, there's a cell

Down in hell, where you may fight aswell

If I may paraphrase John Lennon

Why fill this world with more pain and fear?

To every budding Mark Chapman

I offer these words most sincere

Warmongers, kill yourselves

Demonstrate the power of the product

That you're trying to sell

Gun wavers, shoot yourselves

Make a big hole in your head with a shiny shell

Do it yourself