As the world spins around, as the bullets cross the chest As the soul begins to rise, as the voice of pain weakens out With the strength of your command, the front line begins to move Pull the trigger, light a cigar Aim the target, disperse the ergot Save the babies, kill the elders Fly back and die as your army moves on They will find a way to kill you Even if you endure all this torture Earth will find a way to linger and linger Even if you provoke all this torture Heaven send us peace, we beg you Then our fingers squeeze all the bombs Front line moves on ahead towards death And our hands hold us down to the ground Down to the ground Front line