Oh, oh
Oh, oh

When I was younger, I thought
That to kill or be killed
Was a thing to be proud of
Victim of chance, prisoner of hope
Hanged by the neck on the end of a rope
I don't know...I don't care...

Oh, one of the damned
Uh, oh; part of the plan

Cry oh-oh-oh, the gods of war
They'll howl and cry for more
Cry oh-oh-oh, the gods of war
They'll howl and cry for more

Now taking both sides at a time, on the front line
You can join in the fear, share in the bloodshed
Investing your money in guns, the infinite fun
Of the warlord you saved from a rusty grave

Oh, one of the damned
Uh, oh; part of the plan

Cry oh-oh-oh, the gods of war
They'll howl and cry for more
Cry oh-oh-oh, the gods of war
They'll howl and cry for more

Cry oh-oh-oh, the gods of war
They'll howl and cry for more
Cry oh-oh-oh, the gods of war
They howl and cry for more

Oh, oh
Oh, oh