West End Memorial Songtext
von Good Riddance

True freedom
They give us
No slaughter
Too sacrilegious
The smoke clears
On bloated bodies
I feel safe now
Do they want me service


We fought there
In the jungles
I saw nothing
I felt no ennemy
We died there
In the foxhole
My companion
Lay bleeding in my arms
So proud

Pride so quick to murder
For prosperity
Hatred
Trained to operate
Manually