What An Occupation

When I look around

I try to understand the things that I see

I come across the enigma

How do people still go serving the army

Oh since I was a child

I would criticize all the evil deeds

So if I do offend you

Really didn't mean to but I have to speak

How could any man

Want to carry gun, shoot the human being

And then he comes back from a war

People call him a hero, then salute and honor him

Instead of spending time and money

On scientific research to find a cure for aids

You spend fifty billion dollars to make another bomber

Plane

Oh what an occupation

To throw your bombs on innocent nations

Oh what an occupation

To be a soldier of united nations

So come tell me wise man

What the hell is wrong with people today

Is it lack of their intelligence

Or genetic inheritance that leads them astray

How come that they're only satisfied

When genocide comes out of their hand

I know they're wrong

So I sing them this song and waste no more time on

Their name

Oh what an occupation

To throw your bombs on innocent nations

Oh what an occupation

To be a soldier of united nations

You could have been a baker

Or an undertaker, honest businessman

A preacher, a teacher, a lawyer, a doctor

A writer, a real gentleman

'Could have been a cowboy

Or perhaps a farmer watering the herd

Still you made an error

Chose to commit a terror

Over poor people of the third world

Oh what an occupation

To throw your bombs on innocent nations

Oh what an occupation

To be a soldier of united states