Mr. Agnostic

I'll smoke me a cigarette

And turn into a world war vet.

Now all I need's a complex and a gun

For me to shoot my brother with.

And all the babies look the same

But I still give 'em different names.

They grow up in a complex with a gun

That they can shoot their mothers with.

And we all die in a fire

Once we've built the new empire.

And I'll snicker as it crumbles to the ground

And ask, "For what? For what? For what?..."

We've got spite, revenge and greed

But they still dont know how to read.

And its all so damn complex give me a gun

for me to shoot my own foot with

So to all the fellows out there

With blue eyes and blonde hair:

Hitler's youth was just a spoof

So dont be a goof and go

And shoot yourselves for what you did