The trenches dug and filled with innocence
They live, they die
And fall with pride
A blood red sky, you see the colours fly
Fooled by the powers behind
Feeding us lies
They're marching on, no matter what the cost
Their head held high
And don't ask why
A freak parade with a dollar cost
They're walled in an end of the wars
We're going down, down, down
We're falling one by one
Yeah, twenty-one guns makes it worth a price
But do we care about the body count?
Twenty-one guns makes it worth a price
But do we care about the body count?
Oh, don't think so
They're moving forward on their tired feet
They live, they die
And fall with pride
The politicians gathered for the feast
They all wear the mark of the beast
We're going down, down, down
We're falling one by one
Yeah, twenty-one guns makes it worth a price
But do we care about the body count?
Down, down, down
We're falling one by one
Yeah, twenty-one guns makes it worth a price
But do we care about the body count?
Oh, no, no, no
They won't back down
Keep on waging on
And the wheels keep spinning around
Yeah, twenty-one guns makes it worth a price
But do we care about the body count?
Down, down, down
We're falling one by one
Yeah, twenty-one guns makes it worth a price
But do we care about the body count?
Twenty-one guns makes it worth a price
But do we care about the body count?
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