Sing a song of sixpence spent on killing
A popular hobby but never quite fulfilling

I wish for day, I wish for might
To survive the drones each night

Round and round in circles, dizzy in despair
Stumble on a landmine and disappear

Little Mohamet sat on a bucket eating a crust of stale bread
Along came a sniper with a .50 cal rifle and shot off Mohamet’s head

Range Rover, Range Rover, a tank ran me over
One hot sunny day while I was at play

Wee Samir Foday runs through the town
Crying that his home was bulldozed down

A big black bomb fell on our tent and Usa was its name
Made in U-S-A, Made in U-S-A, Made in U-S-A, and Usa was its name

Peace porridge shot, shot full of holes
Please let us find some food so we can grow old

Now I lay me down to die as smoke and fire fill the sky
If I should wake before I pass, I pray this war will be my last