Cannons

Look alive, pick a side

Draw a line in the sand

You're just the band

They treat us like we're extras in an epic

They treat us like we're mud on their boots

They leave us on the stretchers when the credits roll

Retreating safely to institutes

Where dinner party military forces

Toast themselves with the blood of us all

Smashing regimes between courses

Chanting education, education and war

We're gonna need a lot more cannons

We're gonna need a lot more cannons

If you wanna be home by christmas

If we're gonna be home by christmas

I know there is another way

If you want to see their face again

And I know they feel the same way over there

They're making all the difficult decisions

Politicians and children first

Followed by their personal physicians who say

You will be happy if you expect the worst

Armed with paper straws and a bible

Lamps are going out across department stores

You will be issued with a rifle on arrival chaps

For education, education and war

We're gonna need a lot more cannons

We're gonna need a lot more cannons

If you wanna be home by christmas

If we're gonna be home by christmas

I know there is another way

If you want to see their face again

And I know they feel the same way over there

Show us the way to go

Hell or heaven help us

Show us the way to go

Save our souls

Show us the way back home

Save our souls

Show us the way to go

Quick time, get in line

Get behind the man in front

You're the grunts

Look alive, pick a side

Draw a line in the sand

You're just the band

We're gonna need a lot more cannons

We're gonna need a lot more cannons

If you wanna be home by christmas

If we're gonna be home by christmas

I know there is another way

If you want to see their face again

And I know they feel the same way over there

Hell or heaven, help us